Sunday, 22 June 2014

Longing 2

Friday the 13th I was out, so tired, waiting for my friend's gig.

Someone talked about cats, about cats' passing. And I sunk into memories, biting my lip, struggling no to cry, whispering Linus, Linus, Linus over and over. I sing for him, now.


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