“The elevator door opened and she called
to me. I shut the steel door.” Haruki Murakami
“The soul chooses her own society –
Obtrude no more…” Emily Dickinson
A disjunct of thoughts
a world expands&contracts
before me and
then the music stops
where the needle lifts
when the record ends
there is silence akin to
the death of you
yet memory lingers
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