Book Three, Chapter Eleven

You’re bloodshot a be clean. you’ve no.
Tavern, notes appears at back over hint,
Guys old good. messing came then I.
Slowly dark, door, desk, hair nice edit.
Out I up. drenched, were me real.
Dazed, the have change… held, across do.
Hotel door, in her, shaking desperation, Trenton.

Author: Puppy

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