Thursday, 7 September 2017

taverns in quebec
we drink, until we do not,
and then stumble home.
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  • (no title)
    I can hear the train Whistle, and distant rumbling, Makes me feel lonely
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    the hole by the fence and the absence of barking suggest i'm dogless.
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    you think i won't leave, your anger like a prison. freedom: happiness