I saw from the balcony
drugs in hand under towel
she swam to me
and I felt it, everything
I had taken in
I moved the ducks and I
washed the towels
because it was time
to get out of the bath
and face it, it’s true that
it isn’t the time
to be swimming


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  1. Popcorn

    Reblogged this on thegreatpopcorn1999 and commented:
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