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Archive for October, 2011

Somewhere somehow our hands came undone. It happened like a secret, quietly and not for her to hear.

In order not to do it again it is done over again in order not to do it again

Would that

and all the bits and pieces were in their own boxes in their own rooms in their own houses in their own countries on their own planets and some where in between all these – some where in space – hurtling along at a boring drifting pace – there was she.

In the night time the panic monsters creep
smuggly.

“burning in the face of love”