Publicerad 2022-10-02 16:29 av Alexander Gustafsson




# two ghosts and one ghoul.

Their faces where grey, their joy even greyer, they would be talking about everyday stuff...
basking in their shity existence, unapologetically... As I drank my wine - watching them from across the room... not in disgust, but something very similar to that, but not as a feeling, but as a faint feeling of a feeling.





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