distance ; brick and mortar
distance ; brick and mortar
any distance, is a distance too far. for i am only whole when there lays not an inch between us. much less to say, for the distance actually far enough to be rendered as more than simply perceivable.
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like a butterfly that cannot wait to break free of his oppression, within cloisters so dim and dull, i look forward to the coming days.
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baby please come back soon. we need each other.
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a stitch in time, has saved me more than nine. the golden thread weaves around magically, and it is such that it would go on and on, material aplenty. rough brushes held by magic fingers may not always hit the spot, but no matter, for when the big picture emerges it will come right, surreal and picturesque.
