silence
girl sitting next to me
in the packed library studying light
holds her breath linen
halfway down the page dress
places a book out the way light hairs
arm across my notepad neck
shifts holds as she pauses scalp
hair fall as she pencil notes toe
right tail flicks italic lead points
is she flirting with me
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girl & muse wormhole: ‘in the bookshop …’
hair wormhole: handsome
reading wormhole: calm down
university wormhole: glass
mlewisredford 
Yes, she is.
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I KNEW it!
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Now you’ll have to head back at the same time every day…
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hmm, ‘happened in 1979; d’ya think she’ll remember me?
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She was worth a poem, maybe she will.
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actually, think I’ll stay with the poem and enjoy the relationship for longer … *faint sniff*
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What did Pepys say, “when you keep a diary you live three times: when you live it, when you write it and when you read it.” Something like that.
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