it's just julie, that's all.

before :: after

>>> reading surprise poems scotch-taped to my door on the morning of my nineteenth birthday


then i pulled out my desk chair, sat down,

took one breath-

unwrapped a single dark chocolate truffle

and tossed its blue-sheen wrapper into the trash can (and missed).

and i almost cried; because i was happy.




posted by julianne @ 10:22 am on 09.29.06



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