wine stains like wax
both keep the night a bay
in the flickering light i try to relax
as the red dulls the pain
nothing every goes as plan
and Im worthless to face
**** writing poetry and **** an easy escape
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC
wine stains like wax
both keep the night a bay
in the flickering light i try to relax
as the red dulls the pain
nothing every goes as plan
and Im worthless to face
**** writing poetry and **** an easy escape
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