Excuse: It was yesterday -somewhere- when I wrote this. >_>
Round Twenty-Three
It was something you
said to me once
it was raining and the city
was made of blue and grey
sea-glass
as we walked under an over-
hang
I said something
in the language of the people
_____"look at all of the beautiful strangers"
(not verbatim)
You said something frowning
in the language of the gods
something about ugly strangers
we would never have
"made it" anyway
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How Disturbing.
It's a Gaia Journal. You know the drill. Stuff you don't care about, written by someone you don't know. :0
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Hedjrebl
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In my next life,
I want to be me,
and meet you again.