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my lovely,
i'm thinking of you while in the garden. the trees shade the grass in tones of blue, and a bird overheard calls 'here, here, here,' or maybe 'hear, hear hear.' i look for it in the branches above, but cannot find it, so i only listen as i'm told to. the smell of sun-baked earth and the taste of lime on my lips are two of the most pleasant things i have ever experienced. they make me wonder about lovely things, like long walks through nowhere, grassy fields, and your kiss. i carry a book of Keats with me, even though i know every poem by heart. i'll speak the words out loud, and the rhythm mimics the breeze through the trees. it's as if the leaves are whispering too, and their breath is sweet and warm. today is a dream, and everything is moving at a slow and luxurious pace. i feel quiet and alone without you, but this hazy afternoon is somehow comforting like your arms. i'll sit under the big oak tree for a while, resting my back into the curve of the gnarled trunk, and just think about the sound of my breathing and everything else around me until i'm no longer part of my body. that way you aren't here and neither am i, and we are both just figments of thoughts and emotions. how beautiful and alluring that sounds.
i wish you were here.
S.L.
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i dont understand
have you ever woken up and not thought anything at all?
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somtimes i find myself thinking that 'it'd be fun to go and stand out in the rain' so i do. but once i'm out there i find myself thinking, 'wouldn't it be invigorating to take off my clothes' so i do. but once i've done that, i find myself thinking 'wouldn't it be beautiful to climb on the rooftop', so i do. and then once i'm standing there, i find myself thinking, 'wouldn't it be magical to fall in love' and so i try. i try and try and try but i can't. and so there i am, standing naked on my rooftop in the rain trying to fall in love.
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sometimes i find myself imagining that all w
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letters.
dear amber:
instead of having pillow fights,
we'll have marshmallow fights -
or try to, because
we'll end up eating all the ammo.
.
dear amber:
the melodies you play
on your flute are beautiful,
i'm sure, but
they could never be as beautiful
as your heart.
.
dear amber:
if i could heal all your wounds
and erase all your scars,
i would.
but all i have
is this pikachu band-aide.
.
dear amber:
if you're ever feeling down,
we could play games of
checkers, and you would always win
and i'd tell you embarassing stories
and secrets about myself,
just to make you smile.
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tuesday afternoons
and the wind chills my bones and every time i look at my watch i remember all the times when we sat on the grass laughing, watching the afternoon sun arcing across the sky like a shooting star.
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This is lovely, the sensory references are hugely evocative, I can taste that lime now...