12 december 2011
00:45
a quick glance
terracotta body
moving
swirling into a fountain
depart
disengage from knowing
white blood cells
quietly tiptoeing into lost thoughts
meandering amongst lost souls
empty bottles of beers
tinkling beside
the glass of water from a teetotaler
empty your mouth
said she:
try to have a taste of smoked salmon
empty your mouth said he:
drink the cup of my blood
layers of layers of dust
mind disembodied
a midnight dance
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