Thursday, September 25, 2008


How beautiful this cup of coffee is,
made in New York. Back on the royal.
Crooked lines and traditional keeping
the faith this October. I'm watching
the year course through Scotland,
its alcohol and its boys.

To fill you in, potential moving city.
The perfect excuse for shame,
slapstick, lovely writing. I'll watch for
springtime. I've rambled long enough.

The idea of us living. Close. Together.
This city doesn't stand a chance.

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