It's an empty ache I can't suppress / no matter how hard I press / against the sides...
Month: January 2020
Have another (Poetry)
A drunken buzz / is quite the antidote / for when you thought you were fine / but weren’t
It's an empty ache I can't suppress / no matter how hard I press / against the sides...
A drunken buzz / is quite the antidote / for when you thought you were fine / but weren’t