mondaugen's

Sunday, July 15, 2007

the black frontier

needy is the dusk ... its glassy surface. the book. the boy with a blue face. the silence. you have been there. you enjoyed all the beauty. you seduced it and made it even more beautiful. all those cheap rooms in an forgotten quarter. the lips whisper: kiss, kill, kiss, kill, kiss, kill... and then follows the refusal of dawn, which takes you away in a black carriage.
the fire on the horizon. the recluse figure. the pathetic smile. the labyrinth of selfless desire.

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