Dear Henry,

Posted by Rococo Holloway Smith on June 4, 2013 · Leave a Comment 

I always woke up before you. I don’t know if you noticed or not because I stayed still. I laid there with my hand on your chest. feeling the blood pump in and out of your heart. filling every organ with oxygen and keeping everything together for just one more day. I used to think … Continue reading →

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