→ The Vagabond King: “What did you wish for,” she asked as I blew out the eleven candles...
“What did you wish for,” she asked as I blew out the eleven candles that were engulfed atop my birthday cake.
“I’m not supposed to say,” I reply to my Mother. My Father was at the table but wasn’t really there. He was in Graceland, listening to Elvis.
“It won’t hurt,” She replied. “It won’t hurt…
Posted 1 year ago with 71 notes via thevagabondking1-deactivated2012
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This was featured in #Prose
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benjaminbaker said:
You know…I actually loved this. Perhaps it is simply because it is something I can relate to directly.
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