"I ration this loneliness
Treasuring its deathly bloom
Where I speak softly, of my worldly ills
In the arms of blessed gloom" - A stanza from a droem written after finishing an entire bottle of tequila.
Treasuring its deathly bloom
Where I speak softly, of my worldly ills
In the arms of blessed gloom" - A stanza from a droem written after finishing an entire bottle of tequila.
by Chalkywhite March 26, 2013