Wednesday, October 10, 2012
accupuncture/ originally in cursive
the knees of a man who spent his adolescence pacing sidewalks without anywhere to get. The way it feels when you know life moves on and you aren't immune to the facts. the minor chord that resonates with the distinguished beauty of your tears; the ungiven gift & the lost love letter sent to a vague address. I don't have any obligations
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