From behind locked doors.
Can we disappear?
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
In this.
I huddled into the warm arms of that jumper.
I took comfort in the fact that you wore this.
you breathed in this.
you laughed in this.
smiled in this.
felt in this.
I took comfort in the fact that you
were
in this.
that you were alive.
that you fucking existed.
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