Dreaming of a normal day. A bus ride home without incident, or a walk of solitude. Just my thoughts mingling with the cold, night air. Too dark to see where i am. too loud my music to think. Peace has broken out in my head. Mery, thank the lord.
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Your beautiful. All fur and intrigue. As i leave this satellite, to take my own orbit. You give me inner peace, and a fresh bag of carefully, prepared Sandwiches. My eyes look no further than you.
The Last Pub in town which serves warm Beer
The lights are orange No smoking ban will take away the stains of tobacco and warm hearts Men standing Some playing pool Others messing with the Jukebox Hoping to find a song that can Cover the unbearable howl of their own Existence Raucous laughter as people spill out Into the alleyway to discuss women [...]
