novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- toughest i can still picture her at the impound lot, chin shaking and small hands shoved into her brown suede coat. black hair down her back, eyes focused on the faraway lot, squinting hard, defining the crow's feet she tries so hard to abolish with peels and scrubs. when she walks she bounces on the heels of her feet, but not that day. it started raining and i found two umbrellas in my car. a black broken one and a blue perfect. i gave her the intact umbrella and we stood against a shattered minivan out of the wind and we waited, together, and she thanked me again for being there for her. "you're my rock, you know that?" i know that. did you know you're mine? 2:50 am - 01.13.06 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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