The Zebra Girl
An Old Soul Living in a Black and White World
March 1, 2014
first words
your lips crack open,
voice husky,
raspy
from last night's booze
and cigarettes.
"i love you."
the words slip,
sink
into the hot air between us,
and draw me back
from the solitude of sleep.
"i love you, too."
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