Reflecting fragments of reality.
How do stories end, really?
With books, there’s always the last page.
But not with life—
there’s always the next page,
looming around the corner
and it’s as good a last page as any.
So maybe we’ll turn this one
perhaps burn this one
and write the next…
1st February 2012
Notes: 3
"and while you collected their music,
I collected… their photographs."
I collected… their photographs."
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