badger11 Posted April 21, 2013 Share Posted April 21, 2013 successiva si prega di We shuffle forward, two paces, puddles pooling regret on the bleached floor; in front my son, with fiery hair, skull and flame dotted on his milky skin. os gwelwch yn dda nesaf Outside the incontinence of angels, inside such heat! Doors open with credit card fate, my mum with umbrella scurries in. næst skaltu Two priests queue close-by, and I clasp my ex's hand and almost breathe in cider trees brimming with scent and summer sin. pwochen tanpri Pimply kids scoop sweets from 'pick n' mix': blue uppers for her, green dragons for him. Dad grabs a bottle of scotch: he's wearing Doc Martens and looks bone thin. next please I shed my clothes and look back, through the tunnel, to the garden, where all endings begin. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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