So...
There I was. Standing in the middle of the street, a wet cigarette in maˋ lips, rain pouring over me, no stars on the night sky. Now you may think that this was bad luck but, the truth is, this was just what I deserved.
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3:21 a.m.
PoetryThis is a compendium of words, sentences, and paragraphs written at 3 in the morning heavily influenced by the sweet scent of rum and a kiss of loneliness. Although written with the sincerity of my heart, I should warn you: It is NOT really that goo...
