in my hands the page is blank. a few words, filling the space like balloons, scatter themselves around the corners, between the lines. eyes move back and forth, reading inerasable cursive promises, the bold statements i wish i saw stapled to the sides of buildings, painted under bridges where the poorest of men could read our love songs to one another.
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frankie18:
lovely
lucky1336929:
cute doggie.