Language of Essence
from the depths of my being
Thursday, July 21, 2016
Night Ride
With whiskey in my thermos, I walked towards the full moon. After I reached the end of the streets, I kissed her goodbye. I rented a bike and rode til my thighs burned. I couldn't find her house and I am tired of talking.
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