To put it precisely
As drunk as I am
And as high as I’ve been
I just wasn’t the same
Than I was tonight
With my friends
Thinking this never ends
I was just picturing
Who could be hotter
But damn me for thinking
They could’ve been
Smarter
I met some dull drones
So far gone
In unknowns
And I thought of you SOLELY
As they were
Exposed
To my miscreant,
Mischievous
Know what I mean?
It was you and I bringing
This world
To its knees
But preserving the peace
In the order
Before us
But challenging each
Single gap
In its fortress
And figuring out
Institutionally
We could make it all work for us
In harmony
Or until
We could see
Maybe there in between
Us together
Somehow
It just wasn’t
The means
About the Creator
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Downy tufts puff out, Warmth inside a house of hair, Drowsiness abounds. A/N: I sometimes imagine what it would be like to sleep in a bird nest, provided I can be bird-sized in the fantasy of course. I think it would be cosy! More longer stories to come! -TWW
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