Hide with me brother though not out of fear.
-We went for coffee-beer, the informal kinda beer-
Come with me brother come and hold me dear.
-We become good friends, we rediscover the world-
Look friend how shiny its all when you are near.
**** goes on-
This poem is not about friendship, failure is here.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 5:42 AM UTC
Two bits of cardboard stuck onto each other.
Perfectly fitting, but you unmake me sober.
Three double bends with the bone folder.
A figure of a bird, and his broken cage lying in the corner.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 5:24 AM UTC