t'was a dirty smoky haze , i saw a light go off in...didnt seem relevant at the time .but as i walked to the door, i dropped my smiling key... couldnt find it and left it there ...smiling in the shining speckled tiles ,kicked and battered as it found its way to nowhere.
Waiting for Godot i heard someone say, waiting for that fused lone bulb ,to gray to golden yellow, glint off the dirty yellow beer and its crystal cuts into my glassy eye and only then, die.
I met Prachi today.She's off to NID, the Nebulous Incarnation of Demi-Godliness... so sayeth ye olde patriarchs.Ciao, friend!
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