moon

moon in my bed. and i must say again, either her or me. so…her, probaly.
whatever is left of me, crawls in a miserable ball out of the reach of the moon, and listens to the little ginger kitten rioting in the corridor.
after tomorrow, i will go to see my mother. if the roads hold, that is.

Posted by Wordmobi

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