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Routine drinking, routine smoking.
I've gotten comfortable on this flee-ridden couch,
between the moon and the brunette.
My throat cries for tangibility.
For a cup to be tilted back, dripping onto the parchment.
To be absorbed like a sponge.
I am lying.
I've gotten comfortable on this flee-ridden couch,
between the moon and the brunette.
My throat cries for tangibility.
For a cup to be tilted back, dripping onto the parchment.
To be absorbed like a sponge.
I am lying.