11:57 p.m. - Sunday, Jul. 04, 2010
By your side, I will stay.
I could get drunk on these modal harmonies. More than minor. Haunting.
"So lay me down, in the hallowed ground."
It hurts to hear it . . .but it's a pain you want to feel.
I spread the blanket on the pavement under the cold hard steel of this city's most famous piece of architecture. Historic architecture. We had the best seats in the house. My hand on his back. The fireworks illuminating the neglected exhaust furnace.
Today I felt content, sad, longing.
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