Jul 2017
Kiss me hard
before you leave
and linger that
absinthe breath
on my tongue.
We are always
sinners to someone's god
and shamans to another,
but in the end
we walk the gravel eaten path alone.
before you leave
and linger that
absinthe breath
on my tongue.
We are always
sinners to someone's god
and shamans to another,
but in the end
we walk the gravel eaten path alone.
Written by
Megan Coleman
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