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The World At Large

Thinking of rain I can only picture its silence, the way it runs down the windows and
makes for specked
street lights and soaks your printed blue dress.
*
Summer
we lie in Katherine Mansfield Memorial Park
which the plaque tells me is a relaxed setting for an evening stroll or a snatched rest and which you said has far too long a name for a poem but I said no I can fit it in.
*
We sit in your room listening to Joni Mitchell albums and I’m reading Kerouac because don’t you know that God is

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The World At LargeThinking of rain I can only picture its silence, the way it runs down the windows and
makes for specked
street lights and soaks your printed blue dress.
*
Summer
we lie in Katherine Mansfield Memorial Park
which the plaque tells me is a relaxed setting for an evening stroll or a snatched rest and which you said has far too long a name for a poem but I said no I can fit it in.
*
We sit in your room listening to Joni Mitchell albums and I’m reading Kerouac because don’t you know that God is The World At Large
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MollyYou say let’s get lost and so we go.
Up hills,
down escalators,
through no entry signs
and into each other’s arms.
Then we fall laughing, on the pavement
right in the middle of Cuba Street and no one seems to care.
Let’s never be found again. Molly
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2am cars

Fri Dec 19, 2008, 10:30 PM

Listening to: Nashville Skyline...
Reading: The White Tiger
Eating: Lentils...

--It's the cars, the ones that go past at 2am, that always excite me. Where are they going? Why are they travelling so late? To be driving at 2am, while everyone else is sleeping, you must have some sort of real purpose...--

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Taylor. 17. New Zealand. It's like that little set of islands way down in the south pacific, 4 million people. That's like a quater of the people there are in NYC in a whole country.

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Current Residence: Atlantis
Interests: sleeping, thinking, wandering, touching, seeing, beleving.
Favourite band or musician: Bob Dylan & The Band, Damien Rice, Belle & Sebastian...
Favourite poet or writer: Antoine de Saint Exupery
Favourite style of art: Fauvism's what i'm digging atm