Sat underneath the tin heater.
Sleeves rolled up to stocky elbows
Wrapped in Mötley Crüe tattoos,
A dreaming mutt at her feet below.
Her mind in stasis, clouded in
Heat and chocolate stouts, stuck on
29 down: “Prost,” six letters.
Sat underneath the tin heater.
Sleeves rolled up to stocky elbows
Wrapped in Mötley Crüe tattoos,
A dreaming mutt at her feet below.
Her mind in stasis, clouded in
Heat and chocolate stouts, stuck on
29 down: “Prost,” six letters.
Sounds like someone I know
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It’s someone I know – perhaps it’s the same person!
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I love your imagery. It sets the mind into your world.
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Thank you, that’s very kind.
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