QED

poesy

trying to get some sleep on the terminal carpet

frstlight

I was a free lover in my past life.

I removed my shoes, then my shirt

among the dusty trails of the airport floor.

I sat in a meditative mood.

I was hung out to dry.

The wind howled.

Bit by bit, I could only dream about getting there

and becoming one with another.

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