Well hello prince charming
whose smile quite disarming
fancy a drink or three or five
lets me crash with him tonight
your love is sweet
and my soul is bitter
from pasts we're scathed
yet we neither are quitters
you are rose, I am thorn
you are garden, I am bramble
how we manage our emotions
is just way too much to handle
tomorrow winds its fist
in an imminent hangover
stay awhile longer
even after we are sober
the sun trails the moon
and it'll soon be eleven
no need for a wish
even hell hopes for heaven
maybe this will be good for me
and in the end, bad for you
vicious cycle repeater
table for one, drink for two
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inspired by not making some very smart decisions
more works on my Instagram @ephrain_
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DEUXQANE
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I'm a licensed therapist. I love my kettlebell, steel mace, and rower. I've a soft spot for sci-fi, rollerblading, herbalism, poetry, drag race, EDM, and spending time in nature.
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Rain didn’t stop Mala. Swaddling for Edgar covered the baby boy’s body and she held her other son’s, Burton, six-year-old hand. The mud, muck, and mire didn’t hinder her from staying on course with her mission. From Pennsylvania, they all trekked to get closer and closer to land that was never promised but simply implied. Each step produced more mud caked around her sneakers. She didn’t care. Her rucksack provided them protein packs to put into plastic bottles and nuts and berries and dried meats to keep their muscles in good health. Water hydrated. She rested. The baby had been asleep the entire time that she had started her journey and her eldest son remained silent throughout the excursion as well.
By Skyler Saunders2 days ago in Chapters
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