passing

Posted by Author on May 26, 2013 · Leave a Comment 

May is dying – a slow and brilliant death, adorned with strings of forward insipid cherries and smelling like algae crucified on the seashore, a death like a heavy minuet to whose tempo cling, caramelized, seeds of dreams incongruent with reality. May draws slowly its last breath in our arms, crushing with masked despair its … Continue reading →

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