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and i feel like i'm moving inside her



in my pyjamas, curled up in a chair reading tchechov's letters & a bed waiting patiently for me in another room..

girlfriend dropped a bowl of yoghurt in the kitchen this morning. i could have forced her to lick it off the floor, but it was a glass bowl & hospitals and me are two things that should be kept apart as far as possible.

new poem. first line is all i have so far: not knowing who to love we

tomorrow: work
then: long (4 day) weekend

be good..


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urbad2
May. 18th, 2004 06:10 pm (UTC)
always good. Well, most of the time. :)
girlateral
May. 18th, 2004 09:58 pm (UTC)
Are you reading tchechov's letters in russian or english?
Your entries are ever so beautiful I'm glad I added you.
tamar
May. 20th, 2004 03:49 pm (UTC)
thank you
no reading them in dutch. it's part of a whole series, stories, plays, letters..
1punky4u
May. 19th, 2004 05:54 pm (UTC)
NOT KNOWING WHO LOVE WE
folly, frolic or let living be?
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