The Harbinger of Blood-Soaked Rainbows
... clutching at sanity like Tara Reid to a warm bottle of the second least expensive champagne...
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Last days
The frustration I breathed. But also the love and gratitude. bizarre cocktail.
On that last day he looked angry. he smoked cigarettes and looked at me like a pebble.
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