I remember hearing it in a dark car, as we drove home over dark winter roads in Michigan.
You have had a way of making cliche songs meaningful, so that I might fall into tears at any random hit of the 2000s.
I missed you, then.
Some part of you is always yourself at 12 with the clunky black laptop that held your poems in a scroll THE RESURRECTION Listening to the ra...
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