novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the classics things have been quiet lately; i am not always so loud and bumbling. before nk moved in i hadn't even plugged in the television, just opened windows and sat on the parquet beside dirty white windowpanes, re-reading books propped up against empty suitcases, drinking hazelnut coffee. Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled the next door neighbors are concert violinists. their strings wail through my walls, sad beautiful notes permeating my half-unpacked living room, mixing with soul music blasting from down the street. echoing through the trees. reverberating in my coffee cup, just slightly, slightly, slightly. 1:42 pm - 06.09.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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