God & Man You were drinking wine while I was drinking coffee. The hours passed and I still haven’t caught up. You’d be fast asleep while I wander the city streets, the cold air biting at my face as the night sits heavy, drenching the alleys in blackness. Time fades away and the seventy-eight degrees […]
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