i ran the streets
she saw me struggling
my struggle became ours
october
cold days under big sky
leaves dead and tumble
pale faces passing
she saw with her soul
images in her head
she painted painfully
bold
while i lay on a couch
watching light
she swung herself over and
into my arms
dropping elbows into my chest
pinning us into the cushions
together
laughing
we ran the streets
we were young
all was told
gone the glittering
gold
-Katya
(remixing diary (1996) entries)
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