Thursday, December 4, 2008

"I smell the blood of les tricoteuses..."





"For I put all I have in another bed..."



de rien


i am nothing

standing between stone and light


i am safe here,

but I canot see

on the other side


...if the light disappears,
will this be the last time?


i am nothing --

and in this shadow,

i am satisfied



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