Sunday, 29 January 2017

Losing Conscious Through...

You are a joy to my eyes
You are crafted well and smooth
Have I finally won my prize?
After years there's something to sooth
my worries, my fears and my pain
Let me grab you and smell your gas
let me swallow you, make me go insane
This night is for me and you, my shot glass

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