posting to keep active. sigh. the things we do to hold on to our memories.

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We talked in stations barred with cold concrete blocks where echoes were non-existent and sound was strictly theory. Speaking in theory. Listening in theory. All that was real was below our 24-inch waistlines. Below our flesh and faded denim -the ground we made home upon. We collided our impatient filthy hands into its plane for reassurance. We ( Read more... )