Glass Bottles

Let's drink

If only to make more bowling pins

I have dreamed of a man who talks the way he texts

He dreams of me Nite and Day

Set the pins now

Stumble away

If  ignorance is bliss why do I feel so underwelmed?

Tell me why I feel like this sunburst is nothing but debris?

Clank, Clank, Smash, Like a comic book punch

The End

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