Terra Infirma.
Such things as a day caught between two seasons. I love you darling but. I think you got me wrong. Leme get back to you. No, nothing. And the eyes shifting for a nano second to an unnamed corner of the room.
Terra Infirma.
A face caught between two thoughts. A thought between two faces. How much? Lots. O please! Drown the sop and talk shop. Draw up a budget. Plan. Keep it simple. We can even talk about quick ways to cure your freak pimple.
Terra Infirma.
Such things as bushfire in a forest of memories, smells on a winter night, and wondering which house will it be this night? And will it be at all?
Terra vera vera Infirma. Hic!
Such things like a body that is changing and a body that is not. And names and language that are stuck between what they meant and what they don't anymore. Such things, as you. Especially you, and the odd, unconvincing, talk-interspersed - I love you.
Terra Infirma. I turn 35!
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