Feb 2017
Fingertips holding
The cigarettes we used to
share
A time when whiskey
dwelled on your breath
you’d turn
***** eyed, tender,
And say
Are you ready
to go home?
The cigarettes we used to
share
A time when whiskey
dwelled on your breath
you’d turn
***** eyed, tender,
And say
Are you ready
to go home?
