Le paradis n'est pas artificiel …

March 28, 2004

Departed Words

I love you. There, I've said it somehow,

my useless lips still pursed with the dilemma:

can words passed on electronically

count as last words? The inexhaustible

silence between keystrokes is nothing

like the body of a kiss. Sto Kalo… Sto Kalo…

Kala Nea na me Feris.

Posted by Delire at March 28, 2004 01:09 PM
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