December 2008
5 posts
Scheherazade
forcessweetheart:
Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again. How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running Until they forget that they are horses. It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio, how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days were...
6 Mysteries
“One pack of boars took to hanging out at a playground in Berlin’s posh...”
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