We were all dead in the end-Bodies shipped back to the states,or left discarded in roadside wrecks.Bobby tweeted about mortar fire,uploaded pictures o..
This is what I remember-Us, walking down streetswrapped in midnight winter cold,darkened storefronts reflectingus, alone on the sidewalk,the pink sky ..
Little jazz number drenchesin blue notes- she feel sad.I feel like whiskey.Two shots from the bartendergo down smooth- she feel lighter.I feel like an..