1.10.2014

my body, a dignified and weathered big city brownstone, creaking and squeaking as it settles and shifts; my mind, a flea skipping round and round at a circus of its own kind, curiously exploring and rapidly forgetting; my heart, a voluptuous Renaissance-era woman lying on her side, soft and supple, with a distinct air of sadness and distance in her eyes...
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