. sister's b a c k * don't say you forget .

. I never remember street names or names of the people I meet, but I always remember minor things.

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. when days are s t o r m y, I can only feel g h o s t s of resonance .

. asphalt often hides some umbrella insect, little sun or ordinary dry leaf on his wet cheeks & we discover that if we have seeking shoes .

. every b o n e in your fingers whispering about the hidden p o w e r of your hands .

. when the g r e e n wave swallows me I feel it in my bones .

. sometimes I catch a glimpse of her t r a pp e d in the eye of the mirror .