November…

and in night we waltzed…

through whiskey…along vineyards of old…down glass tunnels leading from joint to joint…never resting…we were alive…

fingers intwined…lips kissed…on display in storefront windows while stagnant couples walked-by…wishing…wishing…

this is our time oh dear love of mine…days of song…laughs…hugs…warmth…autumn’s hue…

a thousand days hath November…

thousand…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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