What a word,
Disturbed from it repositorial
To pursue to purse you.
My imagination is a dust ridden empty bag
But I purse at the sound of you,
Drenched by the succumbing music you impart,
The cloud lifts.
Eclipse Special:: Ben Sher on The Watcher in the Woods (1980) - I was lying on my parents’ bed alone watching TV on a babysitter night. It’s funny how, especially when you’re young, you don’t know when a movie is sudden...
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