a letter to katy
katy, there's so much life left in me after all the afteralls and climb aways with bridges built and broken back this time around we put it straight fingers around gun barrels and happiness is as elusive as your arms where no man has ever been. katy, when we met so long ago there was an air in town (from the coast) and we watched the thunderstorms on my old beaten porch and you told me how much you loved rain and i said that i did too.
2004-06-27 | 12:35 p.m.
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