seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- sleeves: envelopes, mix tapes, evergreens beauty was clear when we were sad, when we hid behind the fleece of jackets, hooded jackets, brown, black, white, or gray. The tissue-papered art of you is crumpled on my desk, the pink, the dancing ants of Japanese writing and the watercolors, and I owe you two large hugs and twenty phone calls-- I want to call you up and lean my face against the cool plastic of the phone and cradle your voice-- I don't want to be alone near the Mississippi near the natural bridges of Georgia, the harbors of Mobile, the concrete sweep of cars and traffic across the panhandle of this state-- 15:19 - 21 December, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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