Having a hand to hold.. That is something
There was no shortage of details in those rooms
The way the tables and chairs were.. Straight
The way the sun dimmed and burnt out..
The way the smoke shined against the black
The way the flowers were painted on the grass
The way she looked at them with a gaping mouth..
A happy mouth..
The way the walls were grey when the lights were out
Not a grey of this world..
The way bodies shine in pitch dark
How the wine was red and dazy
It was all sweaty and sweet
The way the wind blew on our faces
It was the last time I saw my fate
The way the beach looks without you
So many details on the beach
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