communication appears, sometimes, amidst
abandoned conversations
flowering atop what seems like an endless
little wave
of you
of me
and when we have nothing left to say
we sing it.
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Tuesday, 18 January 2011 at 00:41 under art, collaboration, dance, life, little things, music, pomes
communication appears, sometimes, amidst
abandoned conversations
flowering atop what seems like an endless
little wave
of you
of me
and when we have nothing left to say
we sing it.
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