We shared a bottle
of vodka,
Reminisced about
things which never
happened.
I woke, my head
shrouded in guilt
fingernails painted
Gold.
What was all that about?
21/4/2008
Sunday, 13 April 2008
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words in some kind of order by Garry Corbett
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