Underworld; 16.12.2017

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Wednesday 18th April

THE SPEED OF LOVE:

In a car, in a car park, in the rain, waiting for you to come back
covered in mud. Trying to write, the pen hangs over the paper.
I see you, feel you close in the sentences you wrote, delivered by hand
on crumpled sheets. A blank mind panics, runs in circles, slows down,
stops & smiles. Turn on the radio, close your eyes & listen. The words you seek
are behind the sound of the rain.

(K)

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