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By Just Some Girl Date: 2001 Nov 30 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.30.13.32.27034]] |
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Dawn brings the coffee pot's half-stupor. R o l l O v e r No one to prevent me reaching the other side of the bed...my loss still seems like fiction... From time to time. Luster from the street lamp outside the window illuminates my sleeplessness. G E T U P I imagine the smell of his cologne on my blanket, but I'm crazy. It's been too long. Shall I reside in my wooden splendor where happiness is no longer contagious? Or buy that villa in the south of France? Over pancakes and syrup, I scrawl with sticky fingers, the reasons to stay... I've HAVE grown accustomed to the trains.. In front of the mirror, I emulate the confident woman I saw in the plaza Thursday last. Twisting my hair, pursing my lips. Damn...I'm fucking hot! And out the door I dash... |