I, Priestess (12)
While focussed on shrinking, I couldn't help thinking of the men I've adored who just couldn't stop drinking.
Each one found too hard this project of living; already and always eternally sinking.
Silently drowning; not bothered with shouting.
In the end, each was sunk in the pond.
Teach me.
Were they right?
Or, terribly wronged?
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