She will be coming round the mountain screaming EASTEASTEAST
Where the lions dont tame, dancing and floating bare flesh under a sea of stars in the Adriatic, silhouetted by Montenegros eerrie mountains, 3am with Sangaria and the wild Irish. Dreams of chasing that big red star forever, to eygptian gardens. Red wine, cigarettes and borders but no fences in the sky. Slashed backpacks but lets not give a fuck cos we are too high on life's great ecstasies.
Laura farewell East
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