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Rekindling of spirit (folding in, billowing out) with which we end the day, I dare you to leave me. The sun begs you to stay-- Give him the week off! He needs a dozen drinks! Whiskey, gin, Pinot Grigio, the whole lot! He deserves a feast! And so the London Fog stayed. Coat and tea in hand, thrown onto the mesh ground despite, tea arriving on cue-- Shallowed issues gone askew, Heart-screams louder than the heart-worms awash across the sidewalk Day dark like Night The London Fog Holds me tight
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Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
London Fog Coat
Rekindling of spirit (folding in, billowing out) with which we end the day, I dare you to leave me. The sun begs you to stay-- Give him the week off! He needs a dozen drinks! Whiskey, gin, Pinot Grigio, the whole lot! He deserves a feast! And so the London Fog stayed. Coat and tea in hand, thrown onto the mesh ground despite, tea arriving on cue-- Shallowed issues gone askew, Heart-screams louder than the heart-worms awash across the sidewalk Day dark like Night The London Fog Holds me tight
#alcohol#sun#weather#fog#london
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sarah-sad-matcha
26/Cisgender Female
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
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