Originality written: 8/11/09
I'm not even sure who wrote this.
2 years ago
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
In a while crocodile
When he left, when he stepped away, I missed him every day and it stopped. Where my blood no longer ran deep. I had thought it would and when it stopped I imagined it would never come back.
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