Tuesday, 26 May 2009

 "Yes" is my favorite answer. I took a
dancer home, she felt so alone. We stayed up all
night in the kitchen doing my dishes, on and on
until the dawn. She said "I know it's easy to
have me, but I have seen some things that I
can't even tell to my family pictures," and
"I'm full of fictions and fucking
addictions" and "I miss my mother." She'll
never know I could never forget her. If I could
write her a letter, I'd try with every line to
say "She still remembers your touch. And I know
that it's not much, but you still haven't lost

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