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By hollywoodfox Date: 2012 Sep 18 Comment on this Work [[2012.09.18.13.49.15370]] |
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It's apple season, the woman said. See? You can feel it. She pointed to her forearm, covered half in flannel and half in goosebumps. I feel Minneapolis slip across my shoulders and the path pushes my feet. New York spins me with two sets of hands and whispers, mirror. Both cities whisper, cycle. Deep in New Hampshire, the stars Wave to me. One waves brighter. A desire grows inside; To be asked for colors, to be told of colors that don't yet exist. Now I'm wasting time in Paris, wondering what love does in Paris When it is alone in Paris. |