The Journal of Frankie Sanchez i heard your voice one last time
03/16/2009 10:26 p.m.
and it was enough to set some small inner thought of mine on fire, it burnt down every last remnant of your presence, it wasn't until that moment, that chuckle, and that last good-bye, it wasn't until then that i finally realized how much you were like a corporate chain setting up franchises all across my bloodstream, and it wasn't until that moment in which the farthest, most expansive branches of your chain, finally got word that you finally went under, and they burnt themselves down for insurance purposes.
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