by Ben Kowalski
Last night I dreamed it was your birthday. We threw you a birthday party in a parking garage, and everyone was there, and there was a huge ice cream cake, and you'd tied your hair back with a red ribbon and you closed your eyes when you blew out the candles and I miss you.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Sometimes the Good Dreams are Worse than the Bad Ones
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