Ernest Hemingway And Your Flame

When you became soft and famous and you could become that clown you always were and nothing else really matters. When with what you have it is to high to see from and being lonley up so low. The sun stays in my eyes turned up your lips have become some other, ' French Riviera. And waiting beneath the wall for the maid comes and dumps them at four thirty in the morning over the side with the dredges of the night before those bottles your bras take longer those as well. Except for the alcohol stains they seem to have been hardly used until. Every one else only buys them because some when they think and also it's a strange country here. Where, 'Ernest Hemingway at least when he was admitted too it. When the store opens at eight every morning.