Sunday, 20 May 2012
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Walk past me, tell me to smile. I'll look up at you and think 'yes you're right' and beam.
Where was I?
Soaring in and out of reality, watching the clouds form, part and break, delving back [and forwards] into longings.
'I know she is coming
I know she will look
And that is the longing
And this is the book.'
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