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Booted and Tooted
Purity desperately reflects in the stillness
of her eyes. A fireside evening quickly
based upon merit while sipping
champagne flutes in the belated dusk.
Dialed in for three lines of cocaine;
spread thin to relic in a nasal ballad.
you ask, what did we come here for my dear?
of her eyes. A fireside evening quickly
based upon merit while sipping
champagne flutes in the belated dusk.
Dialed in for three lines of cocaine;
spread thin to relic in a nasal ballad.
you ask, what did we come here for my dear?
Published 4th Feb 2015
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