A silly lil blurb from my notebook...
Sometimes, I love girls.
Sometimes, I see you there: sexy and in the stairwell.
Other times, I've seen you working at a Pita Pit, mopping up other peoples' catastrophes while ignoring your own.
I saw you in an orchestra rehearsal; playing your trumpet with no reservations and all honesty.
Then, I met you at your house on High Street, Halloween night. Your art and books were perfectly all-over the place.
I recognize you from dreams.
You were at a triangular intersection, standing at the slice of pie-block of buildings.
You performed a hum for me with a cigarette in your mouth.
You are a girl and so am I.
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