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Wednesday, 28 July 2010
sweet rain
standing at a window, my breath makes crescents on the glass.
sun blooms, threads of light burn my eyes. i see stars.
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on me dit que nos vies ne
valent pas grand chose
elles passent en
un instant comme fanent les roses.
i am told that our lives are not worth much
they pass in an instant, like wilting roses.