try them on
thin straps
light like a feather
open like sky
and this lovely blue underwear
at home
next day
at the stanford bookstore
art literature ... downstairs
medicine science ... upstairs
up and down and again
crazy
then at cashier
asks about a stanford t-shirt
no
i got you an electric guitar
i got you a rock climbing gear
but no stanford jacket
no
we don't scale mountains in snow
i don't hear her song
wh,
2015-02-11
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