Bloody, Bloody Mary

Birds on a wire getting higher
Singing the same sad song
Ketamine, crystal green
Whatever helps you get along
Full blown moon, Synthetic blue
The worn out stitches of your favorite vest
Cyclical dreams, twisted seams
Time turned into ball up fists
Knuckles white, turning into a kiss
Chemical bliss
That moment I knew the curve of your back
was at the top of my list
of something i’d miss.
Reminisce, reminisce.

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