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Mostly bold, sometimes brutal and rarely funny. Wednesday, July 29, 2015. Something moves in this house every day. The lamp, a few centimeters to the left,. The vases, appear and disappear. The salt and pepper shuffled. The book shelf, a little off centre. And I spend my time putting them back. Which I decided in the first place. Out of boredom or compulsion,. Or because how will you follow rules. My peripheral vision is strained. Ears have had enough of my groans. To make me revolt,.

A sister for my soul, a wind for my sails, a reader for my tales. Tuesday, July 21, 2015. I thought that I was done with you. Thrown away the tiny vial that you came in. Burned the bristles of the hard brush. To give you definition, a sense of purpose. But you show up once more fumbling. At my doorstep with your boring existence. And feeble attempts to speak my tongue. When we both know you have no ear for it.

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