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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