
I wrote some words for her, some rhymed and some didn’t – but they each had a purpose and ended with a meaning or answers to some questions. We shared some wine, got physical drinking in a stew brewed with physicality and a spirituality from another dimension. In a hotel room, behind a tree in the park and overlooking the city behind a wall on a rooftop.
It Fell Apart
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