Busted seams of tattered dreams deeds hidden from the sun.
Driven by the dawning twilight, only to be spun.
Twitter tweakers face aglow, nursing a warm beer.
Sweaty fingered Razor tweeting, “McKenzie needs a lift here.”
Last lick bindle prick, reflection surrounds the spoon.
Shifting stance, shoulder glance, hiding from the moon.
Rubbing thread bare Ruby Rigid swollen with desire.
Live for today, never stay, time will soon expire.
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