She held me so tightly for thirty eternal minutes
Without pause she whaled and screamed for her dead son, my best friend
My shape was the same as his, maybe my smell
Did she think I was him?
She tightened her grip sobbing and crying
I felt the water of her tears soak through to my skin
The longest half hour of my life
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
She held me so tightly for thirty eternal minutes
Without pause she whaled and screamed for her dead son, my best friend
My shape was the same as his, maybe my smell
Did she think I was him?
She tightened her grip sobbing and crying
I felt the water of her tears soak through to my skin
The longest half hour of my life
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