Re-Living
we walked this
frozen soil when
the sun would
burn it red
I thought you'd be
married now and maybe
I'd be dead
you're still free
and I'm still me
unbroken in this bed
breathing hard and
heaving from
the hungers that
we've fed
Sunday, November 07, 2010
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Goddamn, kid. That gets you right in the gut. I don't know if I got enough booze here to read this without tearing up.
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