©2024 nicefro press, Ryan Lessard random thoughts & poetry
Monday, December 6, 1999
hit each other
one on the phone
one too drunk
to know what just
happened
one lying on the ground
too drunk to stand
two cars mangled
at least they hit each other
trying to see through
the fog
don’t know when it arrived
don’t remember when I left...
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