my shopping list consisted of: 5 bottles of 3 dollar wine and 2 packs of winstons, and the man at the counter wished me a good nite, we drank our wine sitting on the front porch watching stars and cars go by, laughing and listening to the radio trying to be the 21st caller to win a case of beer and she only smoked my cigarettes, giving them back to me with red lipstick on the filter, we finished the wine and then finished each other, in the morning she left and i cleaned up the mess, i was 19 years old with nothing else to do on warm, summer nites, and looking back it occurs to me the whores still have my heart....
Reason for writing:
trying to get back what was lost
Birth sign: Libra
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