Spinning.
Twirl through
the uphill bottle,
and battle the
summertime blues.
Spin free
of the days
spent swimming
in expensive *****
Dance on my tongue,
whiskey,
or bourbon,
whatever the hell
you may be.
Spin with me,
close my eyes
to the dream.
Spin with me,
my glass-necked fiend.
Spin me free.
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC
Spinning.
Twirl through
the uphill bottle,
and battle the
summertime blues.
Spin free
of the days
spent swimming
in expensive *****
Dance on my tongue,
whiskey,
or bourbon,
whatever the hell
you may be.
Spin with me,
close my eyes
to the dream.
Spin with me,
my glass-necked fiend.
Spin me free.
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