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as the rain slides down the window pane and the moondrifts from cloud to cloud i remember my first flatmate... Jerome, who tooks his smalls home to be washed by his mother, who was fastidious about trimming his ginger...brown beard, but not so fastidious in cleaning the sink... the owner of Muffin, the budgeriagar who survived being vaccumed up once, but not twice.... Jerome, full of gay angst and closeted pride... who taught me... love is not an animal that can be leashed but is a thing, of wild untamed beauty... Jerome....who gave love in buckets and bunches of floppy daffodils... i lost him as a friend, many years past......but some nights drear and dark he pops by....to say cheerio
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 5:40 AM UTC
i smell daffodils
as the rain slides down the window pane and the moondrifts from cloud to cloud i remember my first flatmate... Jerome, who tooks his smalls home to be washed by his mother, who was fastidious about trimming his ginger...brown beard, but not so fastidious in cleaning the sink... the owner of Muffin, the budgeriagar who survived being vaccumed up once, but not twice.... Jerome, full of gay angst and closeted pride... who taught me... love is not an animal that can be leashed but is a thing, of wild untamed beauty... Jerome....who gave love in buckets and bunches of floppy daffodils... i lost him as a friend, many years past......but some nights drear and dark he pops by....to say cheerio
late nite wine and sad thoughts....
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F/Australian
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 5:40 AM UTC
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