Title: Gothic Waltz Author: jmang33
gripped around the curvatures a glass of yellow liquid swirls tears of bourbon, legs remain like what is to become of you a bitter sip for him to taste a laid out path for him to take another gulp another chance let slipped away these ticks share nothing with the past as bourbon can be refilled thoughts of their minds entranced, entwined will slowly, surely, drift away a cherry face and cynic's smile etched and burned into the mind every glass of yellow sin every picture of angel's kin at the mercy of his touch his fingertips call into action endless gulps of her soft skin wasted on anothers soul and all that I can do is sip Comments on "Gothic Waltz"
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