Poezie
addicted
1 min lectură·
Mediu
I am lying
drunk
on the thorny bed
of my subconsciousness
blue green black
roses
are pushing their heads
through my inert body
tickling
my toes liver memories nostrils
damn
they smell
like bourbon
on top of a faded rose
my lungs are smoking
the soul out of me
hey you life
what are you laughing at
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