Dec 2013
Every night
I find myself
Back here
Writing on the walls
Of my domestic asylum
With **** out cigarettes,
And warm beer
In hope
That one day...
It’ll all make sense
I find myself
Back here
Writing on the walls
Of my domestic asylum
With **** out cigarettes,
And warm beer
In hope
That one day...
It’ll all make sense
© 2013 Bilal Kaci (All rights reserved)
(Montreal)
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