Polymid

A weekly poetry blog describing mostly Sundays. Written by James M. Frost

27 December 2011

ZZZzzz...

Drunk in a friend's room.
He sleeps.
I listen to his music.
Disgusting.
I'm starting to feel something.
Ecstasy running through my veins.
This is the longest day in the year.
Let's enjoy it.
Let's make every minute count.
Posted by James M. Frost at 19:08
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