I once knew a girl who carried death in her purse. It rattled every bump of the road 65mph torwards oblivion. She drove up and texted me “lets go”. I told her anytime-anywhere a day before. I dropped everything
and got inside knowing death was on her mind. We told each other our souls down Interstate 5 between songs we used to love together. But this is not a love story. This is about grown ups who went different ways
with different lives a long time ago. When I found out we were going to Portland I injected my distate. That’s fine, it was not […]
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