Oh thou beauty,
white laced,/
moving with music/
and drink-fueled grace,/
willst thou, post dance party,/
even still remember me,/
or yet seek kindly my face?
The answer, texted back, was iconic in its simplicity:
“No”
Oh thou beauty,
white laced,/
moving with music/
and drink-fueled grace,/
willst thou, post dance party,/
even still remember me,/
or yet seek kindly my face?
The answer, texted back, was iconic in its simplicity:
“No”