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the sequined world: fifteen minutes with you, well I wouldn't say no
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Monday, 26 January 2015. Fifteen minutes with you, well I wouldn't say no. Boasting their old embroidered taunt; 'love is enough, love is enough, love is enough.' And it must be, it must be, I love, I do, if nothing else, I do love. Remember when we first kissed, in the cooling twilight and our hands knew where to meet and for a second I thought I actually had. Been found, and somehow the clocks kept going, and the city sighed on regardless. Look how free we are! We're all going to die! Wow this was beau...
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the sequined world: January 2015
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Monday, 26 January 2015. Fifteen minutes with you, well I wouldn't say no. Boasting their old embroidered taunt; 'love is enough, love is enough, love is enough.' And it must be, it must be, I love, I do, if nothing else, I do love. Remember when we first kissed, in the cooling twilight and our hands knew where to meet and for a second I thought I actually had. Been found, and somehow the clocks kept going, and the city sighed on regardless. Look how free we are! We're all going to die! Here comes the sun.
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the sequined world: March 2015
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Monday, 23 March 2015. Scrape your knee, it is only skin. A tender disease is all it is. We've carried it from dublin to london and now to manhattan where the tree-lined streets pour worn out dreams from every criss-cross fire-exit.I'm still learning I am young enough to fix it all or to suppress it enough not to care. Mourn the memories later, laugh now alligator,. Do you still sing that song to yourself from your old ashen grave, Phoenix Heart? What is it in you that refuses to be still? I laugh at the...
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the sequined world: And I love to live so pleasantly
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Monday, 8 June 2015. And I love to live so pleasantly. The one that cried through the speaker of your first cracked-Nokia and unsuccessfully called thirty-seven times after you hung up. The one who cried into your hair when he knew for certain you didn't want him and you noticed the trail of ants crawling up the tree bark and wondered where they were going. The one you flatly told to leave as the dawn clambered cold through the gaps in the wooden blinds and left stripes of light across your body. But som...
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the sequined world: February 2015
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Monday, 23 February 2015. I'll stand outside your window and proudly call your name. You gave me a kind of sadness I have probably known before but must have forgotten. Like the unique sadness there is to mornings. Like the olive grey light that slants across the walls when I have slept too late. I dreamt of you again this morning (again, sleeping late.) It felt close. Some day we might find a soft place together. Somewhere you say my name to me again. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). SEND ME YOUR LOVE LETTERS.
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the sequined world: Scrape your knee, it is only skin.
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Monday, 23 March 2015. Scrape your knee, it is only skin. A tender disease is all it is. We've carried it from dublin to london and now to manhattan where the tree-lined streets pour worn out dreams from every criss-cross fire-exit.I'm still learning I am young enough to fix it all or to suppress it enough not to care. Mourn the memories later, laugh now alligator,. Do you still sing that song to yourself from your old ashen grave, Phoenix Heart? What is it in you that refuses to be still? I laugh at the...
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the sequined world: July 2015
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Sunday, 12 July 2015. Rainbows wept colour all over the street. I love you in the mirror, I love the first thing to touch the thinnest layer of skin stretched taut over my hipbones, the first thing to sigh at the pattern of dents in my ribcage. What happens to the ones who love with such conviction, did you know I loved furiously? I'm having a panic attack. What more could I do, darling, what more could I do? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Rainbows wept colour all over the street. SEND ME YOUR LOVE LETTERS.
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the sequined world: I'll stand outside your window and proudly call your name.
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Monday, 23 February 2015. I'll stand outside your window and proudly call your name. You gave me a kind of sadness I have probably known before but must have forgotten. Like the unique sadness there is to mornings. Like the olive grey light that slants across the walls when I have slept too late. I dreamt of you again this morning (again, sleeping late.) It felt close. Some day we might find a soft place together. Somewhere you say my name to me again. 24 February 2015 at 06:16. 25 February 2015 at 13:12.
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the sequined world: Rainbows wept colour all over the street
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Sunday, 12 July 2015. Rainbows wept colour all over the street. I love you in the mirror, I love the first thing to touch the thinnest layer of skin stretched taut over my hipbones, the first thing to sigh at the pattern of dents in my ribcage. What happens to the ones who love with such conviction, did you know I loved furiously? I'm having a panic attack. What more could I do, darling, what more could I do? 13 July 2015 at 05:07. 13 July 2015 at 11:45. 13 July 2015 at 12:33. 13 July 2015 at 15:42.
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the sequined world: Here is a secret, I've stretched it out and left it to dry. Watch how the dusk grows over us.
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Thursday, 4 June 2015. Here is a secret, I've stretched it out and left it to dry. Watch how the dusk grows over us. I loved you. It was only a small bruise. 5 June 2015 at 20:34. Shit Youve killed me in four sentences. 5 June 2015 at 21:10. This is so beautiful. 7 June 2015 at 14:38. Thank you for your words. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). And I love to live so pleasantly. Here is a secret, Ive stretched it out and left i. SEND ME YOUR LOVE LETTERS. The Nancy Wilde Experience. Tightrope to the Sun.
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