I wrote poems about
How lonely I felt in this goose flesh cardigan
And you brought me bullets with recliners,
Our house full of mistrust
And anguish.
It was with a bottle we began
And with a bottle we will end.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
I wrote poems about
How lonely I felt in this goose flesh cardigan
And you brought me bullets with recliners,
Our house full of mistrust
And anguish.
It was with a bottle we began
And with a bottle we will end.
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