There isn´t really much to be said
About what happened and what didn´t
Being in a state of denial
Is a happy place
These places are known as nowhere places
We go there for drink and food and sex
Then we go home. Fulfilled and empty
Poesi, dikt, lyrik och lögner. Ev. nåt om musik, krocket och fotboll också.
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