I said this before, but so what that your marinading on my voicemail is an instant lump in my throat, that coldplay makes my stomach knot and twist, that echoes of the way you laugh reverb thru corridors in my mind, that I can taste and feel your memories like bottles of rich tannins, best served with chicken or pasta.
Friday, November 05, 2004
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