Friday, November 04, 2005


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and winter came.
and we knew of the flying seeds.
and you fell
you curled up,
me surrounding you with wings,
you chilled.
we talked about disparition
and perfect circles above our heads were turning like diaporama turned mad.

and we saw rainbow erasing la pluie.

current mood / sore
current music / 7 days, 7 weeks - deus