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2008 05 15 10.58

One sleepy poppy flower woke her red deepness and on her blossom there was writen:


-Waking up in the morning for a Nothing feeling
-Wanting the whole world not to know you for an hour or two
-Suddenly opening your eyes, when everything is faded by a warm summerly sun
-Getting into some sort of trance while listening to Popplagið
-Lusting for someone to fondle your head and back
-Pining for the alley of the paper - covered trees


I picked the flower and all the words printed the skin of my hands.

Probably, I'm dropped.