Lovers know no bounds.
I’m messy tonight.
Imed just dropped me off; no more drinking, Mr. Harlan, he said.
But Luciano is texting me from Argentina I said.
Have a cigar, but no more drinking
I ache, for longing.
All the money in the world can’t fill my void.
Please, please my readers, tell me what to do?
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 