A Wandering Dreamer’s Words

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Wrap your promises around my neck,

and pour into me your fire…

I want to name your liquor imbued mistakes after my inner thighs.

It’s not love,

this is just a drunk sort of desire.

The mind of this writer, is very much like a wandering dreamer, these are the things she’s come up with, some prompted, some not.

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