Friday, April 30, 2010

and I claim infrequency...

Would you move into a teepee with me?

Slow night as sounds echo briefly like short, quick breaths and turned over in my head are vices debated. I'm still not sure. In my mind, the space between us closes unlike tectonic plates, but in a motion similar to the lapping wave as it first ventures beyond. I cannot shake it at times. A question to be shuffled to and from the forefront.

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