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Murder in a bottle: sad on the sap, and aching.
Whiskey-tonic purrs in my liver,
but I taste the hiss.
Shit-
for a moment,
I am The Hiss!
all hish cries start wheezing away…
(Just a quick bang, bang!)
Ish a...
but I taste the hiss.
Shit-
for a moment,
I am The Hiss!
all hish cries start wheezing away…
(Just a quick bang, bang!)
Ish a...
