Saturday, 19 October 2013



And to reside so sweetly,
to rest, to breathe, to sleep.
Breathe in my soul, absorb the sounds.
The chord has been struck.

And so resonance, respondance.
To count the stars, one by one.
Breathe in the sounds, develop.
Polaroid memories, stuck.

Twice we occur.

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