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I knew you were in love with her from the sounds of your feet, chasing her down the stairs at 11:15pm on a Tuesday night. No one who has hate in their heart chases anyone down the stairs anymore. Not since they were kids, at least. When the risk of falling face first, chin hitting each step on the way down, wasn't enough to keep you from sliding down them, your vessel, an old plastic laundry basket packed with couch cushions. Diving for loose change to shell out like lint from the laundromat to buy another pack of cigarettes from the circle K that never asked for your ID. Play it again: the circle shall not be broken or will remain unbroken, or how many times have you listened to it by now. it is 7am. Your favorite record, you found in your late fathers storage unit, in a place where you were hoping to find a friend.
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 2:24 AM UTC
Fair Ophelia,
I knew you were in love with her from the sounds of your feet, chasing her down the stairs at 11:15pm on a Tuesday night. No one who has hate in their heart chases anyone down the stairs anymore. Not since they were kids, at least. When the risk of falling face first, chin hitting each step on the way down, wasn't enough to keep you from sliding down them, your vessel, an old plastic laundry basket packed with couch cushions. Diving for loose change to shell out like lint from the laundromat to buy another pack of cigarettes from the circle K that never asked for your ID. Play it again: the circle shall not be broken or will remain unbroken, or how many times have you listened to it by now. it is 7am. Your favorite record, you found in your late fathers storage unit, in a place where you were hoping to find a friend.
sj-sullivan
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 2:24 AM UTC
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