again and a gin
filling a glass
bedside plastered with the sun's splash
half past, we stand to take the trappist
vow, a silent century and a violent entry
the wind makes taking a curtain to tasks
for blacking out the paths
filling a glass
bedside plastered with the sun's splash
half past, we stand to take the trappist
vow, a silent century and a violent entry
the wind makes taking a curtain to tasks
for blacking out the paths
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