Salt breezes through the door
Swish, swish
sings the shore.
Your glass is raised
Your conscience bare.
Sweet fidelity fills the air.
Floorboards creak,
Louder, then softer, a meek
Pitch you recognize
An octave beneath your demise.
A ****** aftermath of flowing wine
Fills those eyes, the scalp, those ears
His ****** wine were once your tears.
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 9:58 PM UTC
Salt breezes through the door
Swish, swish
sings the shore.
Your glass is raised
Your conscience bare.
Sweet fidelity fills the air.
Floorboards creak,
Louder, then softer, a meek
Pitch you recognize
An octave beneath your demise.
A ****** aftermath of flowing wine
Fills those eyes, the scalp, those ears
His ****** wine were once your tears.
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