Kiss of death
The trouble with us
starts with the beer in your hand
nothing here for me
but the kiss of death
that clings to your beer stained lips
opening the door for me
so go ahead- and
drink one for me- go ahead
I'll close the door behind me
Copyright © Karen Croft | Year Posted 2024
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