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Covered Car
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Four No one has called as 9:49 rolls around.
and I'm sure the tv blares through his head forgetting all
that the 'weird' girl has said.
Little snatches of Febuary cold and conversation, cranky
worded tongues flop through parking lots,
night dreams seap through my hands as I struggle to
control the hawaiian covered car.
meagan
hey. thanks for the comments on my poems. much appreciated. :)
uhh.. i'm not emo, though. actually, i despise emo kids. ugh.