I am Anne.

I stay up too late
soaking it in.
Just me
in my house,
in my room,
in my memories.


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she's got a heart, they say
you'll find it on her sleeve
she's prone to make believe
and dreaming

if you ask, some say
her life's a work of fiction
a meaningless depiction
of sentimental cliches

hey, young lover
you'd better slow down
abandon your chase
all you've got is todaytrapped in pictures, they say ( Read more... )

The home of my daydreams is a small cottage made of stone by the ocean. Past the gate around my garden yard is a lane masquerading as a road. My bicycle serves as the best method of transportation - and the most enjoyable on a sunny day. Parallel to the lane are sand dunes covered in tall green grass, guarding the sparkling blue sea just beyond. ( Read more... )

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I think I would like seeing you lay your head on the piano and watch the keys sink.

It would be a pretty combination: your wild head of reddish hair and your dark, illustrious eyelashes next to the strict, stoic, tuxedo-like stiffness of the black and white keys.

Gypsy spirit meets orderly elegance. - A happy contrast.

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from Charlotte Bronte:

A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.

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