Monday, July 25, 2005
tonight is chocolate
today I am dreamy,dreamy like yesterday's chocolate. Velvety and creamy. And just like that, a pattern no longer existed and free in my body I became again. Are the tears after a little death, a wish to be reborn again count for poetry? I say yes and yes, as they cleanse my worried head of the past. Two years is a long time without truly opening up your body scent to someone. The French call it "La Petite Mort".
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