don't talk so loud, i can hear you from here. 100 kilometers away and we've never been closer.
how much love can one fit on a web page? if i made the font bigger? what if this room wasn't empty? if it was red.
is love red? is it blue?
if a thousand voices called out your name.
if just one just spoke?
does it mean less at 100,000 pixels than it does at 25?
does love mean anything in pixels?
what about voices?
words?
what if your deaf?
how do you know?
do you read a lovers lips?
what if your blind?
do you feel for their touch?
if your numb?
are you even real?
do you wait for them to awake?
or do you say it while the world sleeps?
do you mention it in conversation?
or between eyes halfway accross a room?
legs crossed, or arms folded?
do you dare smile?
return a kindly favour?
what if you close your eyes?
sleep.
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'If i think about all of the girls that i've known or slept with or just desired, they're like a bunch of Russian dolls. We spend our lives playing the game, dying to know who'll be the last. The teeny-tiny one, hidden inside all the others. You can't get to her right away. You have to follow the progression. You have to open them, one by one, wondering, "Is she the last?"'
-- Les Poupees Russes (Russian Dolls)
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