Thursday, August 11, 2011
lets start over
the other guineahen died of a broken heart and we came to New York. I used to sit at a table,drawing wings with a pencil that kept breaking and i kept
remembering how your mind looked when it slept for several years,to wake up asking why. So then you turned into a photograph
of somebody who’s trying not to laugh at somebody who’s trying not to cry
— Cummings
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