i stood in the parking lot, my hip against your headlight, and leaned into the word. asshole. the rivet on the right pocket of my jeans clacked against the car. shit storm. my hair covered my face, swept sideways in the lonely autumn wind. lost. gone. fuck.
--- s.r.
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