Roam in circles as a pointing bottle

Not to choose but built to crash

Drain my blood to rivers follow

Guilt that builds up your demand

Hold the planning, fold thy passion

Battles won, I lose I’m hacked

 

But

 

Before you turn and paint my shadow

Just think of what you really won

You´ve won again

Your fill is made

No roaming bottle for a day

Until it drains, let’s start again

 

Or not

 

Could have a chip, might be with hole

One that I’ll just will never mold

And I could insist in my love

But sometimes turns is not enough

Frequently felt it, but cards were marked

Win, lose, roam, hack, drain crash

 

Dot

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