It is my dream
to have a space, a huge room with bare white walls,
and large windows,
a bright space to work,
with a desk as big as god, a typewriter on it,
paper everywhere, pens nearby,
a never ending bottle of scotch,
and a woman, who comes and goes
but always comes home to sleep
she always comes home to me
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I feel you, this is a beautiful piece, "she always comes home to me" is my favorite
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ReplyDeleteVery eloquent, thoughtful, deep. I am becoming quit the fan of your work. This one is one of my favorite of your collection thus far.
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