I slept horrifically last night, but in the couple of hours I was asleep I managed to dream both of some fictional dead artists and of Michael Redgrave in a silent movie he never made. When I relayed the latter information to
selkie, however, I managed to leave a letter out of movie such that she wondered if it was a typo for hive and now I kind of want to do something with that, although at the moment that feels a bit like planning to go personally to the moon. I am not sleeping enough for any of the things I want to write.
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- 1: Re-reading our texts from the strawberry days
- 2: It's not what I was made to do, but believe me, I still care
- 3: Am I one of those human beings?
- 4: Just took time to say, I'll drop you a line
- 5: I'm yours in the day and the dead of night
- 6: And four hours north of Portland, the radio flips on
- 7: You are just the fingertips of something
- 8: I yield to her cry, losing my own names within me
- 9: Shaking off the echoes of yesterday
- 10: Everything I love is on the table, everything I love is out to sea
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