i waded in lyricallustre
tasted the honeyedhush
that slipped across the afternoon
and pancaked in my pittedpalms
the acoustic mine below me rumbled
and the chandeliers wobblewinked
merlot rolled between the floorboards
and obligated my articulation
explaining the parameters of my indulgence.
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