Woke up early, 6am.
My mouth is dry.
Must of drank.
Don't remember drinking.
But I do recall
her searching,
grabbing,
and taking.
...and Leaving.
My shirt is stained
right where my heart
sits.
...sat.
Taken from my italy journal of the 07 summer
Bells ringing in Assisi:
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