the tinsel sound of
glassware, clinking
a liquid courage, building
skyscraper egomania
you pull like an apocalypse
slurred intention at your fingertips
I’m dancing to your beat
you’re singing along to someone else’s
the tinsel sound of
glassware, clinking
a liquid courage, building
skyscraper egomania
you pull like an apocalypse
slurred intention at your fingertips
I’m dancing to your beat
you’re singing along to someone else’s
elleguyence 
I love little poems with big stories.
“you pull like an apocalypse” – great line.
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