lovesong for the violin woman in my apartment parking lot last night
she is standing under the philharmonic sun playing her violin so gently and sweetly my eyes stutter :::this happens to be the movement of oceans::: and certainly these quiet melodies can go on at least as long as memories fo childhood linger (past-due notices on doors) but these sweet songs keep charming me to sleep.
2004-06-22 | 9:19 p.m.
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