Remembering Sunday
I rip our photo in half. Throwing out her beautiful face into the thrash. I do that with everything else I have. All her letters were ripped into tiny pieces and left burning into cinders in the fireplace. Her photos were drowning among the beer bottles.
But no matter what I did, no matter how I tried I would still remember Sunday.
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Chelsea Angelique
But no matter what I did, no matter how I tried I would still remember Sunday.
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Chelsea Angelique