Hotel Sheets (08.19)

I thought I had it figured out

Mind encased in concrete

Damn this wine tasting so sweet

My eyes on you, discrete

We fucked up the hotel sheets

I’m fucking up my mind

White lines and glitter so divine

While you once more were mine 

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