Just Another Night By John Dervishian

Moonlighting With another drink Waiting for Something Equivalent to Death While I Suffocate in My own Imperfections

Copyright John Dervishian 2010 www.purification.yolasite.com

This poem can also be read on iPoetry, the poetry app for the iphone/ipod touch available on the Apple iTunes App Store.

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