I was a Winehouse with my words,as they slipped so effortlessly off her tongue, darts to target, bloods of reds, bleeding, bouldering truths nestled, carved between the bosom of my insecurities. I launched war ships, missileswith the tangle of liquids swishing
The Final Varnishing
The Final Varnishing
The Final Varnishing
I was a Winehouse with my words,as they slipped so effortlessly off her tongue, darts to target, bloods of reds, bleeding, bouldering truths nestled, carved between the bosom of my insecurities. I launched war ships, missileswith the tangle of liquids swishing