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28 December 2009 @ 01:06 am
collared white brooks brothers shirt and ripped levis  
and as she touches his cheek she asks, what are you, who-
i'm right here, not really answering any questions.
she's confused, eyes tired smile wavering

there's a song in her voice. all strangled and melodic
he can hear her perfectly, even in the rain.

she tells him to meet her in the city.
which city? chicago, new york, la, sea-
the city in which i love you.

she leaves. maybe.
he stays. forever.