Friday, January 25, 2008

before

i looked for her all the time. i saw her in every black haired angel. i once saw her the same night turning her body to a rock song, and then later she was sipping a long neck. it wasn't real, there was always doubt. i knew that wasn't the way she danced. i knew she only drank drinks that were limey and hard.

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