the most beautiful thing: shaking love

Just spent the night working at a coffee shop that eventually turned into a poetry venue. One sweet boyscout (no kidding) got up a read a prose piece about a dead childhood sweetheart-turned-ex-girlfriend. The poem was okay. The sincerity in his voice and face was beautiful.

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~ by HeatherArtLife on June 10, 2008.

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