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Campfire
I’m deep in a draught
Of High West Campfire,
Breathing deep,
Seeing new,
And
Just between me and you,
I don’t dare sleep,
Tiptoeing the high wire,
Awaiting the inevitable crash.
Of High West Campfire,
Breathing deep,
Seeing new,
And
Just between me and you,
I don’t dare sleep,
Tiptoeing the high wire,
Awaiting the inevitable crash.
Published 11th Jan 2025
Author's Note
It’s too dang good
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11th Jan 2025 12:48pm
