November 2011
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I started a story, and I never remember to finish it.
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2009 summer, Gold Coast
the breeze from the sea is cold
the music is warm
who has composed this type of blue
those hallucinations
were the desperate last ditch of struggle of
the flames of the sun
before it died
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You
I want to write you
a poem
a story
only for you
while I’m still alive
"Then you must remember, I was falling in love... →
lottekestner:
i’m sorry
if i hover near you,
have you figured out
that my hand never
falls anywhere,
that it is where i have put it,
that in love there are no
blind accidents,
if you knew/
count the times we bump our shoes
the way my drink
makes me fall into you/
but what then
am i to make
of…
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“The way sadness works is one of the strangest riddles of the world.”
- Lemony...”
