There,
the beautiful one
perched atop her
barfly throne.
She
of the napkin flirt,
vicious child
dulled by god.
I
of the barfly throne
bastard saint,
lost the day.
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From @appiepearl
There,
the beautiful one
perched atop her
barfly throne.
She
of the napkin flirt,
vicious child
dulled by god.
I
of the barfly throne
bastard saint,
lost the day.