Josh in Addiction

  • June 19, 2019, 4:11 a.m.
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Dust settles with tip-toes on forgotten mail. The storyteller slurred but I remembered well.

We laughed some nights until we fell asleep, forgetting the problems and promises of last week.

Was it by chance that I showed up on a darkened day? We talked a lot but I had nothing to say.

You just wanted a friend to stop in and say hi, but you passed out before I could say goodbye.


Last updated June 19, 2019


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