i smell chocolate
i see celtics
there is a cross around my neck
a jingling chain
evening sun
dry hands
sitting for minutes on end
wondering if it was me that made her cry
will i sleep here?
how long do i hold on with everything but my hands?
i see...
i shouldn't be holding on at all.
~~~~~
Thursday, June 5
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