Love, loss, passion: let the flies play.
You sleep in the sun,
I pour
another
brandy.
worries, women,
sparking eyes,
sharp tongues
and
the songs
that make me feel
do not concern you.
I pat
your warm body
turn up the songs,
and pour
another
brandy.
Friday, 15 August 2008
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I changed this one too. Massive difference.
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