Thursday 8th May

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180 DEGREES:
 
I thought I heard you moving through a silent hotel room, 
had you close for a second & felt good. A loved up couple 
floated in their glow & showered hair as music turned on, 
saccharin, I shuddered. A theme from the past when I was a 
dry twig, snapped beneath the feet of a relentless night, 
alone & eventually broken. 
 
(K)

1 thought on “Thursday 8th May

  1. NUMBERS:

    “Did y go out last last night?”
    “Yeah”
    “Any good fellas?”
    “Allright. just danced, just wanted a laugh”
    “Did ‘she’ pick anyone?”
    “Yeah, there was this nice bloke, really nice, but a bit small,
    but there was this other one, really nice shirt & dark.”
    “Which one did she get off with?”
    “Well we saw her with the first one & they were really hittin’
    it off & he was nice & you could see he really liked her”
    “They ‘all’ like her”
    “Yeah, he asked her for her number & gave her his phone & she put in 0000″
    “Get out!”
    “Honest”
    “Get OUT!”
    “I know. For four 0, for four 0000 just cannot be true, right? – she said laughing”
    “Is it play time, is it play town? GET OUT!”
    😀

    Guess I´m a bit late.
    The waves from radio 6 were hilarious! Even though they came to me in ones and zeros in a file.
    You and your friends are amazing and I really loved to hear your voice again.

    Love you more 🙂

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