I Drank Whiskey With a Traitor
I would sleep safe and sound
one hundred feet above the ground.
One more isolated soul
stealing time with the wind.
Little did I know
you'd soon join the stars
and I'd join the ones
who sing the pain.
With my mouth shut
and my veins screaming blood.
When Steve McQueen was shooting
everyone was alive.
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Copyright © Danka Sikorska | Year Posted 2022
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