the smylere with the knyf under the cloke
Wee hour is being in the lee of dream.
Skint and bored is not an impetus to tinkle.
Compensate the loss of one’s proximity with others.
It’s usually about me, but I would rather say otherwise.
This is about me — it’s 4:44 am — I’m tired.
Written by cthulhu
December 17, 2007 at 4:42 am
Posted in life and dream
Tagged with communication, her, him, isolation, necessity, relationship, somewhere but not here, tryst
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