They live under canopies of what could have been by Plain Jane Glory

May 2013

They live under canopies of what could have been

Sour thoughts, broken glass and
A thin veil of cigarette smoke

"I have no regrets" she whispered
"Pardon?" his eyes met hers
"Nothing" she said, intertwining her fingers

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Plain Jane Glory Ísland

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