This Is A Heart
There isn’t so much of lovely drunk and
Drunk love to ever make it awakened, wide
Awake at wakes awakened more.
A more precise plan would be
Some sanctity, some tea, a few
Good old fashioned tumblers full
Of country songs, some yule
A wake, a tide to see.
Pluck them chords, brother
Lay skulls upon tablets, mesas
Lay silver knives in eyes electric
Lay slow melancholic kisses, others
Lay wide awake, a wake and tether.
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1 comments:
Interesting. Vivid. I like it.
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