Your picture on my right
A bottle of drink on my left
Clock strucks midnight up above
And another shot of drink goes down
In my vision
Your illusions are everywhere
YOU ARE READING
Purple Hyacinth
Poetry[First of The "Hyacinth" Poetry Book Series] I once wished that we won't wither. But I'm sorry, I guess those flowers were us after all.
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Your picture on my right
A bottle of drink on my left
Clock strucks midnight up above
And another shot of drink goes down
In my vision
Your illusions are everywhere
