Dennis.
lördag 11 april 2009
Poetry.
I
remember
you were laughing
and the sky
suddenly
changed into a black ocean
and we swam into the sea
and the water
tasted like salt
and we swam into the sea
and your lips
tasted like blood
goodbye, you said.
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