pwe!
it was all gone.
like spitting in recto after a puff of smoke.
do you remember how the world spun?
i thought i forgot until a dream came before the sun.
a dream of laughter + blue sofa = expensive fun.
from the morning heat, to the shade i have to shun.
we cannot afford to care anymore. you would not.
pwe! to spit the past, where have my manners gone.
Posted at 02:35 am by
coffeemonster
