Mittwoch, 4. August 2010

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I check the weather report every night. That is as far as preparation goes. I don't keep a calendar, I don't write lists. I go to bed at night trying to forget everything. Every morning I find it works a bit better. Instead of taking a picture of you, of us, I take you. Between my thighs very carefully like a delicate bird.
I like your errors, they are my past.



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