posted by Pia Juul at tirsdag, november 06, 2007
Togrejse gennem sommerlig regnbyge
"...They sit in trainsand pass through cotton towns at nightfall,conscious of the shape of craneson the violet skyand how the poured creamerpleats and billows in their coffee,and how both of these thingswhisper, softly, 'Death'."
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Togrejse gennem sommerlig regnbyge
"...They sit in trains
and pass through cotton towns at nightfall,
conscious of the shape of cranes
on the violet sky
and how the poured creamer
pleats and billows in their coffee,
and how both of these things
whisper, softly, 'Death'."
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