Trippindary by Anne Di Baguette
Now the weaver bends the pull
With trippindary lights
And flickers out to taunt this fool
A push from various heights
One can rare recall the time
When breathing came as natural
I suck your offered salted lime
A minute to encapsule
To turn your water into wine
My ludicrous endeavor
Fill up this empty glass of mine
With bittersweet forever 03/16/2003 Posted on 12/01/2017 Copyright © 2024 Anne Di Baguette
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