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Tuesday, 20 March 2007

Swollen Eyes, Black Coffee, Blind Melon

I wonder how the sun looked
as it rose beside your plane
I set my alarm for early
so I could lay awake at take off
a sighing mixture
of grief and gratitude.

it's so easy to shut the door
but so difficult
to lock it.

A thousand things I should have said.
Posted by Natasha at 09:35

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