…around…
Imported from SF2 with no description.
For another thought too long
I drank another honest somethin, too strong
It was anything but clear, & had a sprinkle of old fear
Unsafe to have another too soon
I often wake, under a partial moon
Memories, often mix with regret
Cursed & unlucky, I see angels I apparently met
Sometimes, the light is from an imagined house, burning to a mental ground
It always rebuilds itself, without a sound