Monday, 19 March 2012

cannot





Uncle C. stops breathing on the phone. He recognizes her voice, says hello we are all ok here how about you. The room swallows the air. She says she calls because she remembers it's his 60th birthday.
Nothing compares to you in the radio. I am in another land now, watching the horizon
wretched dying a little death everyday don't want to think about I am five and I want to be good but I cannot

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