RetrospectiveA Story by Js.dated 09.09.07...I Liked how you carried me to the room.
Out of your 'so not safe' livingroom,
That damn couch right next to the very acessful window
On the ground floor always gets us started...
You make a silly face and lock the door,
Behind it is the music still pumping. Loud.
We even sang along with it for the first few seconds
But now we no longer hear it..
We're too busy listening to your body and mine's thoughts..
As the daylight fades in the still curtains of your bedroom
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1 Review Added on July 3, 2008 AuthorJs.Maputo, MozambiqueAboutLike many others, my sense of writting is anything but 'normal' (whatever that is). I write what I feel, its deeply real, people often misunderstand it, mistaking it for depression. Being dark and b.. more..Writing
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