a fiesta of charms

differences between linoleum and leather, noises affluent in
the thoughts of exile, planting Kiwi fruits, a distant feeling of
remorse for living, paintings, and an agreed distaste for
Poetry...
...it had been enchanted to think of Gia, being that alcohol
and the other Lady I had been destined to call Ladyday had
consumed to the point of dreams perusing daylight hours...
...asleep to dream, awake to desire what was dreamed, candles
burning on the fabric of death...
...the note was just sat on the kitchen table, after her
roommate Mauro let me in without mentioning a thing... of all
endings that of I never saw her again seemed ridiculous...
though the note rendered this so, mentioning coloured plates
with choices that amounted to her wanting to end it all...
...Ladyday walked into the Pub and I could only think of Gia,
our conversations now wrapped in possible death... staring
through the end of the pint of Guinness, with the other hand
clenched as if life would ascend through this pint...
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