1. Tequila.
2. Tequila.
3. Cigarettes left, no more.
The sun is bright like this agave liquor, galore.
Not much for the past, even less for the future.
cauterized and stitched,
licking every suture.
It goes good with sprite but makes me sentimental.
A drunks drink yet it makes her temperamental.
I disassemble into the evening..
As for God, I’ll keep believing.
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Lovely flow, medium between dark and light, and a positive end. indeed a thrilling piece.