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Sep 27, 2004 23:37

a slow, harbored death ( Read more... )

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delirium47 September 28 2004, 13:07:12 UTC
I see you tip toeing around gates, surrounded by grey
peeking behind you to see that no one watches you open them
Stepping outside of course. You are full of colour, or colour is full of you. I feel like writing all that reflexive you know I have been reading somewhat philosophy which does that. I feel sick from eating too much chocolate chocolate chip cookie dough, which turned out laughable but good. The butter here is obviously different, but we didnt even use ghee, so it should have been ok.
I am going on a tangent. I am sorry. What I mean to say is, I am glad your poem ended with diving in. It is a good poem and I love you.
gutten nacht. It is so strange to read Matt's writing about concerto contests and opera!!!!!! I am so far skipped around under, through and away from that world. ok. SLEEP. I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

lOVE,
Lea

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heartichoke September 29 2004, 23:32:25 UTC
how perspicacious of you; yes, i am tiptoeing and opening gates, peeking through them. colour is full of me, and you as well.

mmmm. cookie dough. that reminds me of adam. i apologize for making you cry about the chocolate covered pretzels in my email, that was not my intention :)

i think i am smelly; that is my update of the evening. i go now to continue peeking behind gates

LOVEYOU
becca

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