Friday, January 5, 2007
The No Show
She sat by the window her gaze on the world cold as the lamp post on the corner road where she once waited on pigeoned feet for the man with the fedora and laughing silly eyes to consume her with his magic but the night fell a sheet of moonlight on her sobbing shape for he didn't show no rabbit in a... Sign in to see full entry.
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