Dearest dreams,

November 22, 2013 § Leave a comment

Take abode in the house around the corner. It’s for rent now. I’ll get away in the nights and we’ll run and smoke and drink wine in the light of the alien ship moon, by the water. Sand crust in my toes-our toes…finally, our toes.

 

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