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Crooked Corks

written by: Mickey Mason



You make me want to fall for it.

Make me go blind.

Take away my breath, keep it.

You're a star, we align.

You make me want to fall for it.

Without knowing how far.

It is to the bottom.

Take a shot, you're a star.

You make me wanna chase you.

Like you have a four tails.

You make me feel loose.

As twelve cups of ale.

You make me want to fall for it.

Forever and a day.

But all the drinks are gone.

Another morning betray.

Mickey Mason

Mickey Mason

I write a blog and dabble in poetry but mainly working on fantasy novel.
Mickey Mason

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