Saturday, March 23, 2013


the street lights walk past me. the pavement glows with a hint of red. you echoed my name softly, delicately, honestly, faithfully, insistently, obsessively,  hollowly, elongating the promise. this shallow thought hums suggestively. but it wasn't my name, but the sun descending, burning me, in the name of caution.

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