I hope that when I meet death there's an entire bottle of Jose Cuervo in my right hand and a cigarette in my left.
When I meet death I want to be in love, half naked in the middle of the woods.
When I meet death I want to be doing everything I was told I could not do.
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Glue Bound Glass
PoetryA compilation of cryptic, mind playing poetry. From the simplest nothing to heartfelt hatred.
