Sunday, April 14, 2013

Last inhales



Le dernier jour en France. 
Last inhales of a french cigarette. No more walking down the brick roads.
Travelling through time in the moon sky. 
The stars light up the ceiling of a dark valley. 
Going back home; to me but a strange, cold heart.

-veronica


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