daljit87
An old rag, wrapped round a knotted branch, soaked in paraffin; leads our way through the cavernous mazes.
Sitting on a stone step waiting, anticipating his fathers return. Every passing car lifts his heart (yet none stop) the young boy's been spurned.
writing since 2011 · 3 entries · 3 days shown up
each square is a day—lit means Dale showed up.
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the words Dale reaches for
shotscoldthroatburningsensationsfireicefriendslightslatenightbarsittingstonestepwaiting