With midnight tracks awakened, She hands you one last swig of vodka revelations. Fuzzy mice, like thoughts, dart back and forth, Frantically weighing their options Under the cycloptic eye of the approaching train. * West, she smiles, with well-liquored lips; You fumble with the lid for an empty bottle, Setting small goals, While she comes [...]
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