Come inside a smokey room. With a paper and pen. Incense and cigarettes, flowers and water. They all go together, too well.
This is our journey. And our love, will sail us through.
Wednesday, May 09, 2012
You. You. You.
I always return to you,
When fat water drops creak over my skin and
Sun dissolves, in perfume.
Chirping birds cigarette s m o ke ....... On my W I N D O W.
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