terça-feira, junho 30, 2009

[eco silencioso]

he came. my good-news day. he built a little house, just meant for a little [w]hole, of which he only, only him, knew the traps. he threw me inside and asked me to survive in the dark. and i did. he was big and weak and sad. he couldn't take it. he went.

or i did.

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