Thursday, January 26

  • a walk to the new book shop via hell
  • rose hips and bed springs
  • wagtails drop like stones to the floor
  • sky was a cold, green sea
  • he said, look at the ducks - but all i saw was metal trollies
  • never let me go
  • bag in the black muddy field says 'salad days'
  • i felt like i was accidentally living someone else's life

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