This is how I always dreamed we’d grow up. Together apart.
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Sex and hell, love and Christmas. Cherry and strawberry, apple and wine. Meals and movies, books and music. Logic and reason, fights and crime. Texts and emails, taxis and bikes. Lies and omissions, grievance and rhyme. Walking through the red light district, The only truth missing is time.
Red Light District
0 CommentsI walk round the fortress, A place in time, I have the key, But I don’t use it Trapped inside is, A distant idea, A colour seen, But not heard The moon it dances, Across the door, A shadow hides, In plain sight And in the whisper, Of the stream, I hear stories, Never told. …