still life in black and white

...advance the film, roll the dice

17 October
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Speech will spill on space.
Our little cups of grace.
But pauses rattle on
about the way that you cut the snow-fence,
braved the blood,
the metal of those hearts that you always end up pressing your tongue to.
How your body still remembers things you told it to forget.
How those furious affections followed you...

((Hold on to the corners of today,and we'll fold it up to save until it's needed.))

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Amelie is real fucking French love.