| Ne me quitte pas
 
 Night
flows in
its bedtowards the light
 I
smell your skin sprinkled with ginger
 
 - in silence -   audibleas a panorama
 rain
 
 
 -lost-
 
 folklore
of September bored
to deathstands perpendicular
 on
the horizon 
 anguishlike a goldfish
 swims around
 in
endless circles  10-02-2007 om 14:54 
geschreven door bo
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