Magic Words

February 20, 2010
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Drunk off deep dark gold whiskey.
Time and time again.
His pride like falling stars and injured eagles.
This time of hurt now and forever.
He imagines the soft curve of her body, now memories.
Ashes of Youth.
Better days.

Now we are standing facing each other.
What to do, say, think.

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