Swimming in seas of red.
my head
spins.
Empty bottle -
none left to share.
Red red everywhere. (and none a drop to drink)
Berry aftertaste. Delicious red.
Cheap twist; twist for me
drunken haze.
Long works days.
I'll grow my hair
till it reaches the floor.
Non sense
no sense.
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Allo! that sounds like my worst nightmare! Red everywhere (and none left to drink). I assume this is about red wine, else you are some sort of bizaro goth vampire chick... I always knew there was more than meets the eye with you B-Dog. heehheheh.. joke.
Ok, hope you're well, did you get my message on your birthday?
Chiara
hi brenda! where'd you go?
school's been nuts...life's been nuts....that's why i haven't be in touch. but i've wanted to be. we'll talk soon, k? drop me an email...
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