By the border
they drink cactus wine
breathless
outdoing each other cussing their own Mothers
they tell poignant stories for a few guineas
on their first and only loves
before they became tramps of sorts
profusely coughing up
nobody wants them mow
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
By the border
they drink cactus wine
breathless
outdoing each other cussing their own Mothers
they tell poignant stories for a few guineas
on their first and only loves
before they became tramps of sorts
profusely coughing up
nobody wants them mow
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