seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- there is nothing blue there is nothing blue about me, sometime i think, and there is nothing blue about my eyes, lips, teeth, ankles too there is nothing but a hint of bluish, and sometimes pink, streaks and when i have put the phone to bed, descended the spiral staircase of conversation, the long-distance umbilical cord of me and you, wrapped around my finger, there is something about me i have forgotten long ago, shaking and vibrating in mirrors and crystal glasses, but it has not come home, it has not come to rest. 19:30 - 02 May, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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