venerdì 23 gennaio 2009
emily dickinson (while writing)
"Shit! Lavinia is coming, I need to be quick." She thought.
Writing, she was writing in the infinite solitude of her space words.
Words were pupping up like water balloons in a boiling pot.
Words hidden in the secrecy of her room.
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