under the stairwell in the dark a creaking door freezing hands you took them in
berlin amsterdam paris baguette wine and cheese
a shabby hostel low dim lights you pressed me tight to sleep
crack of dawn morning rush whiskey and cigarettes talk
Friday, June 01, 2012
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