A plaid-riddled couch tied to wooden floors
Flower vases unmoored by my eyes
Humble thoughts beyond the cabin lights
The fight breaks out in tumultuous swings
My bosom caressed for open wings
Granulated trinkets on steel pans
glisten on the troubling counter
Foolishly frantic, moonshined drinks
pour solemnly inside my throat
The caravan arrived with avowed decrepit
Mocking tender bodies as they walk by
That stiff couch remains untouched
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