i've grown accustomed to missing you, darling

[juliatherese]

a one-day-home phone call and the boy's gone again, i know i could never compete with the road. off for a week, or two, or three, he'll write. so a goodbye dance amongst parasol-flowers, and three hours in bed with his (warmsoftsmooth) skin, scratched jazz, and french toast. lou reed sang us sunday morning, and after hours making love beneath thin

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[aduelwillsettle]

wow.
that was beautiful.

[juliatherese]

thank-you so much
(i like your green coat and calendar and website-project)

[randomaxes]

I'm going to save this. I don't know what I'll do with it. But maybe every now and then, I'll read it. And I'll remember. And I'll stay hopeful.

Your talent is beyond my tiny abilities to form words and phrases.