Get your own Free Home PageCraters in the air. Pale striations on a laminated wall. while a rocket obliquely falls, our lips draw near and we kiss. the two cars, moving in opposite directions, unzipped the screen of a black forest. days spent in solitude and the blue evenings of perishing glass. Inspired lectures of Nobel laureates, Love conquests in a woolen sock. and the gold-haired maidens (or the lads; they don't mix) on a dream shore. |
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