six-little-milkteeth:

straight from the bottle & yr feelin’
like fallin’ into clouded pillows that smell like
alcoholic sweat
& oakmoss shampoo
2 years of cigarette smoke embedded into
faux feathers
and yr head is fallin’ down
down
down
you never realized the sandman was such a badass
an ol’ south paw swinging with

Hell yeah, strong. It’s nice when someone gives good poem.

fried my little brains: straight from the bottle & yr feelin’like fallin’ into clouded pillows…

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