There's no breeze,
under sheets,
running full force fan
and 12 hours
since I was empty,
I Imagine a carriage,
wasn't like other years,
and the cracking of beers
isn't like a sheep shear's
or a bottle of Jack's
or white of *****
Not even a bottle of gin
could save me of my sins,
The opposite being Tequila
I would never go again there.
Wipe the floors,
ascending
and
give a dog a biscuit,
but realize
your tantalizing
is short for tease.
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 11:12 PM UTC
There's no breeze,
under sheets,
running full force fan
and 12 hours
since I was empty,
I Imagine a carriage,
wasn't like other years,
and the cracking of beers
isn't like a sheep shear's
or a bottle of Jack's
or white of *****
Not even a bottle of gin
could save me of my sins,
The opposite being Tequila
I would never go again there.
Wipe the floors,
ascending
and
give a dog a biscuit,
but realize
your tantalizing
is short for tease.
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