Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Ride of Her Life

It took a whole bottle of Merlot for her to forget the words you said to her on that cold November night.  For once, slurred words, over-exaggerated gestures, and toes that can't seem to cross at the right moment are getting her through the night.  And she has finally discovered that emptiness and your arms are one and the same.  

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