Tuesday, July 15th, 2003...7:43 pm

Peppermint

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Stick with me, he said and I didn’t doubt he meant it, when he said it

Close your eyes and imagine that the Christmas lights are blinking

Warm peppermint scent of whiskey smoky hands and blistering endless days

Cold quiet comforts silence, bathed in the pink evening light

Tracing fingertips over your calloused knuckles

I exhaled whispery thoughts

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