I've cracked them for years,
so thrilling
by the barrel,
black & white,
all tossed overboard,
casted to those
swashbuckling-fools.
And while
I may not be a quick study,
I still long for Maracaibo,
to see a chilling moon,
to collect your kisses.
I miss them.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
I've cracked them for years,
so thrilling
by the barrel,
black & white,
all tossed overboard,
casted to those
swashbuckling-fools.
And while
I may not be a quick study,
I still long for Maracaibo,
to see a chilling moon,
to collect your kisses.
I miss them.
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