This was in college, a week before she went back to her boyfriend, and I wandered at night, looking for just one star in the dead city sky.
We were wrapped in an army blanket. She said, “You’re just another bourgeois deadweight.”
This was in college, a week before she went back to her boyfriend, and I wandered at night, looking for just one star in the dead city sky.
We were wrapped in an army blanket. She said, “You’re just another bourgeois deadweight.”