gasoline

splashed up on the doorframes,

dark

splashed up on the doorframes, the carpet

soaked with

~

gasoline

~

dreaming in American.

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One Response to gasoline

  1. WilderSoul says:

    Hee hee… I wonder how many will get it…. gasoline… petrol….? 😉

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