Oh that sly mother fucker.
Sittin’ and sippin’.
Getting full while I die.
Lips glistening with red.
His laugh deep, deep within my head.
You see, it’s too late for me.
I’ve gone too far and seen too much.
I’ve been traveling these roads for so long now.
There’s no other way. more…
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