SKRIVET: 2011-01-27, kl 21:02:39 | PUBLICERAT I: Mitt liv

Dawn

With drunken eyes, soar throat.
Limping along old town.
With plaid, grey as sorrow.
Ghostly memorable as swiping by.
Dusty alike, glazed skin with the twist.
It was a good night, maybe the best ever was.



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