An empty shot glass.
No memory of last night.
Someone else's clothes.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Sunday Haiku
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My Life Is Based on a True Story.
An empty shot glass.
No memory of last night.
Someone else's clothes.
Extruded by
GDad
at
9/07/2008 06:30:00 AM
Labels: poetry
5 comments:
I really love it.
You do what you need to do.
The clothes are bonus.
too surreal lol luv it!
It's been so long since we kissed
Made out on the couch
Had uninterrupted sex.
Rock and roll, people!
Welcome, Shý.
This stirs up memories of college...
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