The Flimwell Papers

A collection of stuff that washes up on this writer's shore; the flotsam and jetsam of the internet.
Sep 21
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She was the interior of that life all that was the 50’s never sad and always perfectly poised to either make your next drink or fix your broken soul with love and care — lost in those times of her prime she now sits along staring into the window but never out.

She was the interior of that life

all that was the 50’s

never sad and always perfectly poised

to either make your next drink

or fix your broken soul

with love and care —

lost in those times of her prime

she now sits along staring into the window

but never out.