i've always craved
for every drop i could taste--
as i worship the anticipated moment,
palms sweating but my grip won't change.
YOU ARE READING
everyone dropped dead (but i'm left standing)
Poetrycollection of thoughts i'd wrote down before i went tango with satan. --- ©blowmesmoke, 2019
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i've always craved
for every drop i could taste--
as i worship the anticipated moment,
palms sweating but my grip won't change.
