Two Fingers Up Neat

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


Two Fingers Up Neat

Hearing the voices take away my booze
no more the heart to beat no more fight
as darkness descends without a prayer
just a lonely soul lost in the shadows
of my milieu making myself suffer
the withdrawals of Glenfiddich
as the lips of insomnia grasp my mind
lost in your arms of iniquity
feeling your breasts touch my lips
with two fingers up neat


Submitted: July 11, 2021

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