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[aslant]

the weather pines & wanes
& gets sticky all over again.
all the acorns are falling on
the brick walk.

paul talks to himself, here.
i'm just waiting to pretend
to work, again.


and a walk in the garden
wears me down

i think i'm fakin it
this feeling of fakin it
not really makin it

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[glimmerkirk.livejournal.com]

oh, darling..all of our lunches will be picnics.

x&o, love