Christ, that my love were in my arms and I in my bed again.
Are you not afraid they will misunderstand?
The jurisdiction thing was borderline.
While we eat we think.
We approached our last house high up on the hill.
Busy old fool.
A sunrise does not last all morning.
BEEP!. …. …. …. … beep.
We sang at castle walls
She lay down, naked in the curtained bedroom, thinking.
Pantomime.
One night I woke from a dream of peace.
Don't say shirt-lifter.
He had my heart. I have his in a jar.
A shoe hitting the table.
He was as suspicious as a rat near strange bread
She wondered what Tom would be up to, right now.
Anemone
Dead friends like jewels in my hand.
Dog
She is, in fact, exquisite.
Some of the accidents really looked like an accident.
December, still, trees.
She might have been the love of his life. Might have been.
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