Same Memories

From 08.14.08

Colors were unnecessary last night. Words were few. Time didn’t exist and we slept where hands never left. And you asked me about tomorrow.

From 08.21.08

…there are moments like today, where we walk around and I want a scrape or a cut or poison ivy, to make all of it real. A reaction to us being together.

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