Wednesday, 8 July 2009
Last Dosage of Life Drowning
It was a warm day, the beer was still on the table. A normal day that desecrated the union of my soul with my mind. But the doorbell rang and they entered. They went out after the gloomy spotlight inside and went inside again. One changed. They sat on my territory. The secret was revealed. It was extremely uncomfortable and bizarre; the quizzical quality ignited. I was running late, but the unbearable calmness dominated.
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