3 hours on a heavy bike.
Snowflakes falling in a air hike.
No food in stomach or flowers on ground
I was waiting for my body to tell my mind.
Stop what youre doing get off you fool.
you forty year old drooling meat tool.
I was waiting for a bonking in a holistic way,
but it never came and i feel so gay..
5 comments:
Bjutiful!
Det där kallar jag ren och brutal cykelpoesi!
;-) Tack...
Grum dikt!
Jag fick en liten tår i ögat. Så vackert..
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