silentbob We climbed the hill and looked east at the city on fire. At the smoke rising into the sun. How red it made the sky look. The sky looked red.
And my heart looked to you.
And you didn't look back. you were looking somewhere deeper.
silentbob "This is your fault," you said. 040630
silentbob We tried to start over, using tents at first, but no other people came. it was just you and me in our separate tents no longer speaking to one another.
when i would look at you you would either look past me or nowhere near me.
and i looked a lot.
what's it to you?
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