"Oh squiggly line, in my eye fluid. I see you there, lurking on the periphery of my vision. But when I try to look at you, you scurry away. Are you shy, squiggly line? Why only when I ignore you, do you return to the centre of my eye? Oh squiggly line, it's alright, you are forgiven."
Oh me, oh my! This journal is locked up tight. If the curiosity kills you feel free to add a comment but please don't add the journal before then. I don't get why people do that.

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cocorosie, "tahiti rain song"