Hearing Elliott’s voice shake from the car stereo and swim around the darkened interior seems so consoling I cannot make a sound I sip from two cups of green tea and
Everything means nothing to me
Which you know is hardly true I just tell myself to play pretend and portray it
occasionally.
_steve zmijewski
If I paint the bathroom the color you choose before you finish breakfast And if I was able to power wash the deck ahead of fixing myself...
Sign a postcard From the basement of your rectangular world I would pen for miles the offer of something Strung up and pulled tight...
she responded so he asked after thinking if there was enough for both of us to cross for an hour she meant like he did a sentence...
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