his solo journey made
its fresh, courageous start
on the waves of
*** and vicodin
& the bright, painful
color of it all
was nearly lost on her
heavy-lidded
& pale eyes
little did he know she was
a stowaway
steadily drinking up the
audacity
to make herself known
to him
but oh Lord, when
she did
you better believe he
never
forgot her
Feb 2, 2012
Feb 2, 2012 at 5:22 PM UTC
his solo journey made
its fresh, courageous start
on the waves of
*** and vicodin
& the bright, painful
color of it all
was nearly lost on her
heavy-lidded
& pale eyes
little did he know she was
a stowaway
steadily drinking up the
audacity
to make herself known
to him
but oh Lord, when
she did
you better believe he
never
forgot her
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