Nov 2015
In the box that housed,
my shiny red boots.
Lie the reminders of the life I had.
With you.
Used cinema tickets,
crumpled and torn.
Print outs from photo booths.
Our inhibitions swept away,
by the buzz of drink.
my shiny red boots.
Lie the reminders of the life I had.
With you.
Used cinema tickets,
crumpled and torn.
Print outs from photo booths.
Our inhibitions swept away,
by the buzz of drink.
thoughtful mood this evening, though a cat is begging for spaceon my lap so i must go!
(England)
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