Inside S
Sunday, September 5, 2010
sunday night
There was piano and there was wine.
A sonnet about the orange bridge
And the lights in a trance outside.
Purple haze and the smell of her hair.
The crushed confetti and a sad little moon.
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m.s.
September 6, 2010 at 7:15 AM
and there would be nothing soon .
but this time i dont get it.
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m.s.
September 6, 2010 at 7:20 AM
its lovely
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m.s.
March 1, 2011 at 10:29 PM
wonderful to read it again
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and there would be nothing soon .
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its lovely
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