wednesday 23rd february
call me what you hear in your nerves when you think of the breeze, in a park with fountains, over the ceremonial pebbles. call me like there is a green scarf wrapped around your neck. call me when you are walking and the scarf is yet to warm up to your own temperature, is new against the air, and you are quite warm.
because when i think of you, i think of you thinking, when i think of you, what it feels like is being called by you.
And you're probably not - in the infinite alternatives, some how that is even better. Man, you better keep your voice down, all the crows are scattering.
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