If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: Flickering Lights

Friday, March 7, 2008

Flickering Lights

Into the night and across the fields, his light would flicker, and I flicked back. On the phone we giggled, cause we could see each other flashing our lights, and we somehow thought it brought us closer to each other. It was our secret, our private moments; as the town rested, and our folks dozed in... Sign in to see full entry.

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