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Nov 2014
Blurry strangers in empty photographs are oddly infuriating.
Not for the reason you may think of.
I wonder far too much about their name, the exact colour of their eyes, the eleven.5 ways their lips shiver & twitch upwards right before a laugh.

Perhaps, because, I am falling in love with one.
Pixels.Carefully choreographed ink.
Enough blank spaces between for curiosity to make a home in.

*Who are you?
Hello hello there!
How are you today, lovely?
:') I am so tired from this week.
TIME TO SLEEP.
I hope you, you and you are well.
xo
Amanda
Written by
Amanda  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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