been too long since we have seen each other. My hair has grown very
long. About three feet long. I sit here, where I always sit, in the
kitchen, at the red table. Your photo is on my bed stand. My lover asks
about you often. I just point to the tattoo on my arm and cry. How did
all this happen?
visit me. I feel as though my bones are made of glass again.
are you getting along? You know, I never thought you would live this
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Photo detail on main page courtesy
of The Rocketeer.
Read KGM's story, "We Love You Very Much."
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