humid horrible night
spilling drinks and words
a bin
covered with water and fake sun-tan like mud
threw the keys in it
walked away
postscript: the only place i feel like home anymore
is with you (A.D.N)
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- Andromeda
- All that I fashion/ all that I make/ all that I build/ all that I break/ all that I measure/ all that I steal/all that I reason/ all that I sense/all that I speak/ all that I dress up is all that I can('t) leave behind (paraphrasing U2)
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1 comment:
yes, yes, i think we missed each other by three seconds or something.
have you ever seen chungking express?
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