Friday, February 18, 2005
No luck at the bars - yet, restless at night, Cannot fight urges - Books - No delight! So to the street I must go! Street that was brimming, now is forbidding - Last drunks are swaying, Calling their nonsense to empty pavilions And I to their vision come pacing on cat-paws, Taking their nonsense to... Sign in
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