Big squeeze.
My heart. Box. Melody.
Small key. Shiny. Breathing.
Small key. Shiny. Breathing.
posted by Polysemous at 10:48 PM
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
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- Name: Polysemous
Sometimes a neighbour's look, a post-card, a telephone call] will carry you up the shore of another life] and leave you gaping amazed at sudden jungle] a world away from the dolorous desk.] Castaway by Margaret Scott
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