Glass Bottom

And she collapsed, Lay there in a repose, Stared off to space, As he left her on the floor, Where she stayed,  Cold as a corpse.:

Thick, sober ramblings

I found myself in liquor

Still, sick and thirsty

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Dawn Serene | ©

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