THOSE HANDS ON THAT ROUGH SURFACE, FEELING ITS COLOURS AND TASTING IT.
THEY HAD A RELATION, UNNAMED, TOLD UNTOLD.
THEY TALKED TO EACH OTHER, STORIES NEVER SHARED
LIKE CINEMA, SKINS MET AND RUSTLED, STORIES DISCOVERED,
OF OLD......
BUT ITS JUST A PRAIRIE I THOUGHT. JUST SOME FURNITURES.
BUT NOW THOSE HANDS DON'T RUSTLE, IT SEEMS I AM SCARED.
OF THE LOYALTY OF THAT FURNITURE.
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SO MANY IMAGINED, STARING ME AT EACH CORNER,
LOWERED THE EYES AND WALKED AROUND,
ITS PAINFULL TO SEE SO LOYAL LIVING IMAGINED REAL SO MANY FURNITURES
Friday, November 30, 2007
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