He let
Cigarette stubs litter
Like petals from a withered flower.
Comrades in his surrender,
Waiting for sleep
To come and claim him.
Cigarette stubs litter
Like petals from a withered flower.
Comrades in his surrender,
Waiting for sleep
To come and claim him.
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4 comments:
BRILLIANT.
Thank you much :)
http://bombaychuddies.blogspot.in/2010/09/ash-tuesday.html
:-| uncanny
Major "mental" connection :)
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