Hungover almost but never quite to the point of
For we would sit by the Collingswood B&B steps and wax lyrical ’til snoozing it out upon one another flailing shoulder
Awaiting the real return
Cigarettes completely remiss
This – perfectly judgemental, and all the better for the fact we asked for it
Split egos, noses pressed against these skies of fairly outlandish time
Intoxicated blind
‘Til one man with a stale Dutch Gold can opts on prising us right away
Our very last wake-up call
Then, when it all gets to start over again via the simple crack of a can

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