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she whispers at the door as he lie there, cold with a deathly desperate look upon his face. grasping for the handle he denies her entry. he lie there slumped in the drivers seat starring off in the distance, elbow on the glass as his hand lies on his forehead. counting each stitch in the vinyl as she taps at the window. he breathes on the glass writing out but one word. Once. the way it set there, bold, halfhearted. I guess there will be more tomorrow?
Posted on: Sun, 02 Nov 2014 09:55:25 +0000

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