There are drops of honey dripping from the corner of the ceiling in my head.
The bottle of wine is almost gone.
One sip in my glass.
Cigarette burns filter.
Dragon skin twisting up
Time eating itself and shitting a new day
And swallowing morning
And one last sip
and one honey drip
Dragging by lips of curiosity
A
Dragon
Night.
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