just behind the sewage plant, they tricked me out one more time.
The lilac rain wetted my eyelids and cleaned free of charge our sweaty towels.
I vowed never again to crack jokes about frilly blouses.
And You looked like a disheveled car tires.
And I felt like a breath of fresh pancakes.
The yellow jersey of hopelessness was torn.
Only the fiery fragments of the Norwegian sweater kept us warm.
The dark hours longer than it appeared to me a foregone days each could have been.
betrayal.
fraud.
migraine.
toothache.
changed and diapers. Together, they stood silently
wayside. And incidentally
thought of our indifference. The energetic
rest mobbed the storm.
He was not willing to open up to her.
At that moment I felt that even many men would come into your life.
But not one of them could ever get out again your heart out of the trash can.
what is not broken, is still good, so they say.
And a skin-tight red swimsuit can hide many a scar.
of all this is believed by those who are firm, which also are otherwise always wrong.
With their assumptions and cunning little secrets.
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