Brick Through The Mirror
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
5-28 Full Day
All I wanted was to listen to the rain,
but the houses crowd to close,
and the room smells of charcoal and paint,
too much whiskey and conversation,
toss and turn next to me in bed,
and the rain,
is for someone,
else tonight,
someone with cedar planked ceiling.
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