true story (or part of one)

Oct 02, 2008 01:41

He fell in love and left town; within six months the tall, lean, black-eyed young man he'd gone with was gone too and he slept under the roofs of half a dozen fledgling friends. Got a job selling ice cream, to keep himself in cigarettes and faith, called me from the chilly booth with his feet up on the counters, ignoring the customers, insisting ( Read more... )

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leviathan0999 October 2 2008, 20:14:57 UTC
The moon never grew so sharp, nor cut so deep, as your words here and now.

Beautiful, haunting, heartbreaking.

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