Poezie
where bourbon meets blood
1 min lectură·
Mediu
three violins
and a piano
were playing
at the rear end
of my left brain
when seven elves
sneaked in
packed all my thoughts
and hung them up
in the christmas tree
so I felt free
to put on my red dress
and the paper angel-like wings
to wait for you
where bourbon
meets blood
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