Cut out all the ropes and let me fall.

You. I want you. Without words. Without noise.

Yes, it’s late. Once more, I’m coming home drunk – in my bus in a rush – my thoughts scrolled as fast as it. On second thoughts, I don’t know if it drove or if it sank; no matter. You were with me in this bus, had you seen me ? I did ! You lurked behind the glint of this pane, this pane which let in only the moon – I had seen your smile behind it […]

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