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ramblings of a lost hitchhiker

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

she lay him to sleep and walked out the door hoping he'd wake up, stop her, hold her tight, swallow her tears.
but then she stopped, walked back in, picked the knife, fell over him, and hoped she would never hope again.
Posted by abhinav at 10:09 PM

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