The light was spectacular
The image was blinding
The window was shut akin the door
The room was moving clockwise
The floor rose so slow
The ceiling fell quickly
And so did I
And on my bed
I lay
With an Angel
In the morning I awoke
A dog licking my face
And
An empty bottle of booze
On a floor that had returned
To it's normal place
Copyright Paolo 2017-11-08
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