Thursday, November 24, 2011

wine?

Call it her phantom, visage or dream
that escapes the confines of my mind
running amok in the real world
braking everything that she could find
guitar, piano, table, chair, plates
she even brings smiles to the grind
Is it my late night wine to be blamed
or is something wrong with my mind?



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