Tuesday, March 13, 2012

i love the reflection of your window on my phone.

and that i will always refuse the intention to write, addressed.
and that i will always do. whether to you, or any other you.

less and less masked.
or more and more, depending.

the reflection, as it looses stimulation in my pocket.
i would love the memory of the reflection of your window on my phone.
the memory of the shadows of your window on me.



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