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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4516 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Is Est Temps Don Barnes In this dream I was French and understood when people spoke but I wore no hat and didnt smoke cigarettes. I was French enough and when the Italian girls came to sing I turned as if to leave but you whispered "Si tu partais ce serait la fin du monde." and I could not go. Your eyes black to match your hair and skin pale as eggshells smooth as obsidian with a scent of lilacs or lavender. It was Tuesday and the fish swam to the edge of the pond to say secrets but they were clumsy without lips. Their words became spaghetti strands in the damp air. As they swam away you whispered again "Il est temps." I turned into an open door. and you slammed me shut. |
