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G. Loomis
What lies beneath a laboured breath of hope
when kismet forges an exhale in the shadows of love
That bitter off kilter feeling of homesick
the taste of stale smoke
& whiskey stained regret still lingering on my lips
The angels wept that night
& even the strongest sense of self couldn't wash you off me
when kismet forges an exhale in the shadows of love
That bitter off kilter feeling of homesick
the taste of stale smoke
& whiskey stained regret still lingering on my lips
The angels wept that night
& even the strongest sense of self couldn't wash you off me
Published 19th Mar 2010
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19th Mar 2010 7:18am
...too dumb or not yet awake enough to figure your title here, Kandice - ah yes, mood reflective, I get it - but needless to say your usual high quality delivery is present in all its glory.
24th Mar 2010 4:56pm
Ah - the memories this bring's to mind of taking the whiskey bottle and drowning your sorrows.
