The way you talk
with a cold Schweppes in your sunlit hand is admirable
You’re a contagion to the blind
With golden earrings lighting the aisle
Not even caring about the temperature and carbonation
just swinging it about
November 26, 2016
Frances of the Train
By mbasil93
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