the west wind

And now men see not the bright light which is in the clouds: but the wind passeth, and cleanseth them. - Job 37:21

Monday, August 31, 2009

Shades of Memory - 1

sipping vodka and remembering
the chocolate milkshake 
that magically turned fresh bruises
back to mocha.

no more bruises
my blood is now watered.
Posted by incognito at Monday, August 31, 2009

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