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February 24, 2009
Save it for a secret sometime when I’m standing on this bridge again thinking of all the lines from favourite songs I could use to paint this picture. They’re not enough tonight. Eyes caught in the flame of a candle; a warm smile in a flickering room. They fit here perfectly. A line runs between the two, threading over legs and hands, casting curves around them. The city lights take their seats and extinguish themselves in sequence; a sign of respect to the fool and the foolish closeted in the darkness. It started as a complication now it's something else.