Archive for the ‘bed’ Tag

Ghosts and other stories

found abound in the minds of the demented

drifting across borders of horders storing stories of whores

working for the man who can in a van with a tan stan had to go fly fishing but no one knows why.

it’s all just bullshit.

Turn the lights off and come back to bed.

? What ?

I didn’t find you behind the door, or the couch, the fridge or the bed.

If I was to say, ‘maybe I’m losing my mind’ I’d be wrong.

 

Because I didn’t find you in those places, means I must have disposed of you properly.

 

How come then, I can never get you out of my mind ?

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