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24 September, 2008 - 5:50am — wild-blue-yonder

First your jacket.
More like a flowing dress it brushed your ankles
amazing me that I could feel the softness from so far away.
Then the footsteps:
that a living soul was inside the sketch of you.
At last the iridescent freckles sprinkled, glittering,
on the curve of your face under your eyes
whose color I could not quite catch.
You’re like the gift inside the box they did not open –
the box that was gone when they came back to look.

To give in to temptation but find nothing
is to see the light through yonder window breaking
just as the
curtains
fly
shut
and your dress disappears around the corner.

I am learning well.

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25 September, 2008 - 5:05am — Fiona Rosge
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yep i like it after all

Im not sure what to make of this, at first I thought I liked it because I could understand, could almost see a picture but the more I read on the fuzzier it got. I like the ending. It reminds me of all those TV shows, they get the girl but there not who they thought, there happy at first but then...what? An erruption, an imbalance? And then there leaving, out the door, away from the apartment, down the stairs, out the door, and your watching from the window...as you said "and your dress disappears around the corner" bloody brillant (just felt like saying it) well done
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Come Josephine in my flying machine
Going up she goes up she goes
Balance yourself like a bird on a beam
In the air she goes there she goes
Up, up, a little bit higher
Oh, my, the moon is on fire
Good-by