We had the month of May, once… Pretty gal from Italy told him by the Monterey Bay, the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to live in dead memories and places. She caressed his hair, kissed his lips and she whispered. We must drink the good alcohol, we […]
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