Florescence Lost

Popcorn blues,
Paid my dues,

Fish in stomach,
Tank bed glue.

Road’s end,
Mountain pass,

Dynamite toes,
Having a blast.

Sadly though,
My sweet, pure love,

That fish flipped,
Florescence lost,

I was not built
To last, or last.

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