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My stories

where belonging is

Do not fling yourself carelessly into one moment of night in a hurry, without preamble, but free yourself from thought, from memory, from the passing seconds, from the state of the world, when you follow me into the hollow of darkness,
Cherry

Escape

You trick me with your proposition, bend my soft-boned knees and mould me into an amenable position. Lace my will tight. Securely have me tethered to your height and do your best to ride on me, prostrate,

I put her into care

I combed her hair and put her into care, not far, near by. I told them to be kind and keep an eye on her, told her to eat. Her dress sagged from behind loose at the waist, she had no appetite, she said,

Death in the Afternoon

Death in the Afternoon - 15 ml Pernod - Fill glass(es) Champagne - 1 cube(s) Sugar Place sugar cube in glass, add Pernod, crushed ice, a slice of lemon High-spirited, each time we come

Fast moving Time

Fast moving time, you drift through already forgotten moments. You carry the same possibilities, but differently, as if you were living in many of the same rooms. We cannot catch but your afterglow, feel

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