[The Ballad of Bottle Bottom Queen]

drunken bodies paving her path determined she's staggering along the jetty her clothes lost in the spur of a moment a plunge ends in the sand star bursts in front of her she stretches and rubs her sore limbs the day is waning, the headache stays she wishes to be driftwood, floating to the seas, … Continue reading [The Ballad of Bottle Bottom Queen]

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