At that blippy point in life
when you’re tipsy enough in the day
that the big, big sky
is still as blue as a peacock’s fart,
and the eyeball floaters,
that you swear were caused by all the hangover headaches from a while, while back,
start dancing around,
and there are still hours, and hours, and hours
before the sunset starts
to slowly take it all away.
erasmo malagnino
2025-04-02 05:51:05 +0000 UTCaaron landers
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