miércoles, septiembre 03, 2003

flying,
through halls in blue velvet carpets
and dense coloured scents
i swerve
amongst skin and silence
i dance
through tickles and tv shows
i land
in my rented airplane,
my time's up.

(then i drive home)
// posted by t u l i p a n @ 22:25
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