seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- naranjo more and more that ache of fiddles quivering and sliding down my scalp, each drop of rain and the memory of you leaving your boots beside the door, i told you not to slip we filled bowls with fruit and set them around the house and unscrewed the table top to stretch it out and make it wider and i had always wanted a large table to sit under, more spaces to hide away in, and copper streaks of sun made their way in as the rain stopped, off-beat 23:27 - 06 March, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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