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