I recall our glasses of hock under candle light
you smiled, casting the probable like an ingot,
knowing the way we could take it -
the alternation of life stories,
attachment or killing regret
by the whiskey wine route,
having graduated a step into remiss
slipping in an ex,
I only realised it takes nothing better to do
than missing things up
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
I recall our glasses of hock under candle light
you smiled, casting the probable like an ingot,
knowing the way we could take it -
the alternation of life stories,
attachment or killing regret
by the whiskey wine route,
having graduated a step into remiss
slipping in an ex,
I only realised it takes nothing better to do
than missing things up
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