As crimson blisters melt
my leaking umbrella
and toxic rain finds me
I read a sign...
HALF PRICERAINCOATS
but...
The labels says
(Made in Chernobyl)
and the shop is empty.
While across the street
the bakery has run out of flour
yet, people form a queue
and...
the old man they call Kenbosho
chokes on '45 memories.
@Hellon 17th July 2012
my leaking umbrella
and toxic rain finds me
I read a sign...
HALF PRICE
but...
The labels says
(Made in Chernobyl)
and the shop is empty.
While across the street
the bakery has run out of flour
yet, people form a queue
and...
the old man they call Kenbosho
chokes on '45 memories.
@Hellon 17th July 2012
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