WOW
this part was amazingly eloquent
It's the way cigarettes look between 3 a.m. fingers that remind us of adolescence. Faces and names, sketchy with time, are brought back in the haze of bitter smoke. It's the way we store memories in the basements of our minds, and take them out from time to time to remember. The tomb stones of drug addicts and the folded paper notes from lovers we barely knew, remind us of everything we lost. Snakeskin bangles and tattooed hips and rock 'n roll reminded us that the sun still shone behind the clouds.
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thanks!