t h e l o n g e s t d a y
the shortest day
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t h e l o n g e s t d a y the shortest day |
..its
all numbers in the mountains...work is organised numbers..the day
...the numbers remain all day..her number is unfolded
..dried out on this day..no rain..only sun..until
dusk..tired
rains..again..paned view..she is an arranged fantasy
...it is a shortened, stumpy day, there is the memory of
her long, languid
limbs.making my skin itch
..realising an absence is no part of her, the desired, a fatal expectation..
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