Saturday 11 July 2009

!SO SLOWLY GOES THE NIGHT!

Darling, that morning you chose to go
Papa woke in his boots and clothes
You dig in my cards, stole all my cash
Even my 500 dollar suit was slashed
And I just lay there watching the sun fall down from the sky
Not wanting to open the letter
But opening it anyway
And seeing those two words;

Lover lover goodbye

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