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it was fall yet I dreamt of february air and the waters of march I wanted to play it right, become an animal, obey the generals and run a marathon in roses, a garden race before the cafe is a cathedral, where midnight starts a waltz, hints at more modern times the times that hold bedroom eyes, every holiday, birthday, funeral, every beat, city, every kind of splendour that sends our hearts running wild the times that hold such strangeness and charm, fiction, even pigeons, even demons I wanted to cling to the bravado; be no one's girlfriend; in a coma for six weeks; see science and visions and multiplication like a movie script, ending I wanted to decorate each plain verse, make the grey into pink, tessellate the shapes of its inherent hearts and knives it was fall and you asked if like empty bottles, we float if I would change my name to ingrid if all our weekends could echo of pleasure sighs I wanted to embrace the atlantic, climb to new heights, come awake but could a schoolboy help me do these things? could he lay beside me in the snow and call it paradise? would he make me stare into mirrors all night, waiting by the phone? would he make me feel like I was nothing ordinary? -c.j.
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Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
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it was fall yet I dreamt of february air and the waters of march I wanted to play it right, become an animal, obey the generals and run a marathon in roses, a garden race before the cafe is a cathedral, where midnight starts a waltz, hints at more modern times the times that hold bedroom eyes, every holiday, birthday, funeral, every beat, city, every kind of splendour that sends our hearts running wild the times that hold such strangeness and charm, fiction, even pigeons, even demons I wanted to cling to the bravado; be no one's girlfriend; in a coma for six weeks; see science and visions and multiplication like a movie script, ending I wanted to decorate each plain verse, make the grey into pink, tessellate the shapes of its inherent hearts and knives it was fall and you asked if like empty bottles, we float if I would change my name to ingrid if all our weekends could echo of pleasure sighs I wanted to embrace the atlantic, climb to new heights, come awake but could a schoolboy help me do these things? could he lay beside me in the snow and call it paradise? would he make me stare into mirrors all night, waiting by the phone? would he make me feel like I was nothing ordinary? -c.j.
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Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
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