Sunday, July 26, 2009

insomnia, my turquoise

what do you do, when you are told to tell of someone/thing of which you know nothing about - sinai came to me, for me to come on it, to its blur. my salt must have not tasted of camels, my lies taken for truths, not meant to be taken as such - i am not talking to her, anymore - talking at it, for it did not understand my relevance, factual disregard was not how it liked to be penetrated - yet it smiled

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