We are luck. We are fate.
We are the feeling you get in the Golden State.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
despite all evidence to the contrary.
she said "goodnight" in that voice
the one that's been growing in my ears like ivy
she kissed my cheek
at that moment
she could've convinced me that the sun sets in the east
and that the sky had never been blue.
June 5, 2011 at 11:53 PM
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