still hungover, always hungover
i wake to the smell of her perfume
and aphrodisiac on my stomach;
her hair knotted in my fist
i pass out again
city scapes
By notaubrey
day in the life of More
still hungover, always hungover
i wake to the smell of her perfume
and aphrodisiac on my stomach;
her hair knotted in my fist
i pass out again