salle

April 27, 2006 thursday - 01:45

last night i dreamt about:
a frenchman
an englishman
keys to an apartment
sexual favours
innocence
and desire
and bitterness hidden under kindness.

i have heard those keys every day
i know where they go.

and today
i saw you fly past me
and across the hills.

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