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* should have taken one picture as i walked in bed spread tight all folded and straight me dog tired before a long hot shower cramped in one tomorrow with everything i own spreaded wastly around a colorful explosion I will walk around picking up the pieces stepping on geography not singing over maps using a finger to caress a route and   the thought of you limping from hotel to hotel and a sleeping bag go away artists’ lives are messy it’s a known fact the walls are disheveled would I have some glue to nail you there and there I will hop around happily tattooing words about us and hiding some under letters
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 2:55 PM UTC
Hotels, Love And Poetry
* should have taken one picture as i walked in bed spread tight all folded and straight me dog tired before a long hot shower cramped in one tomorrow with everything i own spreaded wastly around a colorful explosion I will walk around picking up the pieces stepping on geography not singing over maps using a finger to caress a route and   the thought of you limping from hotel to hotel and a sleeping bag go away artists’ lives are messy it’s a known fact the walls are disheveled would I have some glue to nail you there and there I will hop around happily tattooing words about us and hiding some under letters
From The London Hours Collection http://annamosca.com/2012/11/10/the-london-hours-2012-54/
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 2:55 PM UTC
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