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tenderlove

we drink & laugh & talk about Judas and things that should be left alone, Родогощь -
we wear dresses in the rain, in the dark, in the park, on the green-green grass candles fizzle out & we read fortunes from the cards she found in cities - they speak only to her, but i can listen in.
in dreams we run & laugh and play games with passerby and the world bleeds into dreams and dreams bleed into the world - everything is inked poems left outside before the rains came down.

there's a leather jacket on the balcony, drops beat against it, we smoke & I ask our roommates irrelevant questions when they drift in to get something from the fridge.

there's a fierce, impossibly wonderful sadness in the air - - secrets spilling onto the floor, clumsy & desperate, like drunk dances in the dark.

sisternights.

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An absolutely beautiful autumnal slice of life. Thank you.

Mmmmm....

Pressed for time, scrolling through the posts on my Friends Page, stopped a couple of times to respond, but still moving quickly, and then, "we drink & laugh & talk about Judas and things that should be left alone, Родогощь -" and I backtrack, and read it all, slowly, savoring....

Re: Mmmmm....

i'm glad our autumny insanity caught your eye