dream #18, or The Infinity Pool
"so which rich man do
i have to fuck to swim in
this thing? " he smiles: "me."
we fold like paper
cranes under the cold, crushing
weight of the water.
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nuances, moments, a celebration of the mundane -- life in brief.
2 comments:
I love this one. A lot.
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