Plus one

Mister mailed the message
She opened and it read
something about the night
Something about the dead

You kept a poker face
Saying I’m always asked
I thought that I’m so naked
Too naked to be passed!

The world succumbed to quiet
The silence that kinda kills
I wonder if she heard
My flesh breaking chills

My highness! now I see
The sober gets none
For I wanted to be only
But you got plus one.

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