BOTTLE
MERCHANTS
Alive like
you I stumble in the dark
Move over my
other lover be still
Jill is
waiting for me in the backroom
Mushrooms
aren’t as magic as you might think
Inking your
name onto my upper arm
Charming as
the first day that I met you
Useless me
talking to anyone else
Elsewhere
everybody knows what wot is
Isolated as
we may be - speeding
Dingbats are trying
to undertake us
Usually we
would fight and go faster
Disasters
happen with open throttle
Bottle merchants
we may be - but alive
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