dynamite…

dynamite

my old man
sd pouring
himself
a shot of
whiskey
there’s fire
in this he
sd holding
the glass
up to
the light
fire &
dreams
& murder
& blood
he dipped
a finger
into the
whiskey
& marked
my fore
head
sd here’s
to all the
ways that
we burn
ourselves
down

 

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