i fall back on wood and my heart beats slow. the phone rings to ten and i click hook drop plastic on glass. the cords split, the mirror cracks. forget the immediate, dwell on the should be forgotten. every word written collapses to the last, tomorrow trailing lines from last month. i don't know what else to do. i'll be with him tomorrow and the
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and oh you must be leaving for your train-flight to portland now
i am excited for you, i hope it is perfect
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it just looks a mess to me
but thank you so much
how are you?
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it never seemed very appealing to me
i'm glad you're doing well otherwise!
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Thank you!!
The picture of nick drake in your profile! I like a few of the same things you have listed too, most of them actually;
of course xx
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