14:58

14:58

this morning, because i couldn't sleep but i wanted to stay in bed, i wrote a poem about a pair of lovers. in this poem, they were unfolding their clothes, but they could not find a compromise to their method. i think about the lover, and how he takes off his clothes, and places it carelessly on a broken chair in the corner of the room. this is a language i think, it means that he loves me, and wishes only to be dressed by the sun 

 

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