BALLS
Bullard balls crack and
spill across the velvet.
The condensation from the soda
rolls down the back of my hand
Bought my friend an aumoretto sour
made love to it with my eyes
Have you ever been addicted to a person.
It felt like dope withdraw at the end.
shaking in a hoodie
waiting for you
One more month and I get my blue chip
Almost have my bronze from you
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The story of the brokenhearted who survived is good poetry. Nice writing, Hat.