it's raining, she says.
the angels are crying.
you shake your head
and take the bottle
of red wine from her
hand. and the thunder
is the result of angels
bowling, i suppose.
she laughs.
no, its from the mexican
food they're serving.
the angels are crying.
you shake your head
and take the bottle
of red wine from her
hand. and the thunder
is the result of angels
bowling, i suppose.
she laughs.
no, its from the mexican
food they're serving.
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