Monday, July 14, 2008

Next Friday Pinky Clip

"You can get sick just a memory and she was sick that afternoon"

Last night I dreamed of.
was a dream in color, crisp. I in my usual capacity as professor, the student in his usual part of student. A different name, the same face, the glasses: I've known, I know!
Then the dream is gone, drained by the fear of not hear the alarm. But the lack
remained.
Where are you?



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