Whiskey.

To the left, to the right
Spark the convo if I might?
Honey garlic, chicken wings,
Walking home while we sing.
Shot of whiskey, lots of coke,
Lots of things, wish I’d spoke.
Before all the catastrophe,
I was ’bout to give my galaxy.
The galaxy of serenity,
But now I have to set you free…

AQ.

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