red cups on the table
blonde in a shiny shirt
lips of burning cherries
i drip on anothers skirt.
grabbing
biting
a real life monster
i can not
will not
get
enough.
we fold and loop
like a
bow tied shoe string
sucking the glamour
from Gods greatest
invention
beer and gin
pulling me away
......into the
dead moon shadow
ive been here long enough
i think
its not my world
im just
passing through.
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