Vince bought a pie and shuffled off home (not telling anyone) only having brief conversation with the girl that worked at the service station. She had pretty eyes. "It'll get you in trouble, one day" he said to her, as if knowing all too well. He went home and wrote her a poem on the napkin she gave him for the pie. It was about knocking, and his name: Vincent.
We used to live in a place called FACTORYTOWN. One word. No breathing inbetween.
Friday, June 28, 2013
Vince.
Vince bought a pie and shuffled off home (not telling anyone) only having brief conversation with the girl that worked at the service station. She had pretty eyes. "It'll get you in trouble, one day" he said to her, as if knowing all too well. He went home and wrote her a poem on the napkin she gave him for the pie. It was about knocking, and his name: Vincent.
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