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Tuesday, September 1, 2009

she went up, and, oh


I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kick your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Starbucks and talk about the day and type your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia and give you tapes you don't listen to and watch great films and watch terrible films and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when you're sleeping and get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish and go to Denny's and drink coffee at midnight and have you steal my booze and never be able to find a match and tell you about the the programme I saw the night before and take you to the eye hospital and not laugh at your jokes and and sit on the steps laughing till your neighbour comes home and sit on the steps laughing till you come home and worry when you're late and be amazed when you're early and give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance till I'm black and be sorry when I'm wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and wish I'd known you forever and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when you're angry and your eye has gone red and the other eye blue and your hair to the left and your face oriental and tell you you're weird and hug you when you're anxious and hold you when you hurt and speak German to you badly and Hebrew to you worse and listen to bad music good music alright music and laugh at the wrong part in the movie or feel uncomfortable during certain parts and try to cook but fail miserably let you know i'm here for the fun i'm here if anyone needs me i'm here to poke fun of to belittle or even be fond of

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