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Your Mom's Harry S. Truman.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
you are my coffee spoon.
"why are you so nice to me?"
"because I sorta like you I guess."
"but why?"
the new candle I brought back flickered and cast a peculiar shadow on his face.
"because I just do."
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the lost boys and Wendy Bird.
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well,
or more gently, que sera, sera.
this is the story of my red right ankle.
you are my coffee spoon.
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