dusk is a woman, history a man
I remember sitting in class reading a sentence of my history notes over and over again. I cut my hair shorter on Sunday, obscenely so.
I hate dusk. It's a colourless dusk in Singapore, and yet because it is so colourless, it is easy to identify with it. In the morning, however, she performs for us a striptease, but because her belly is the earth, she's never completely in the nude.
posted by enveloping @ 7:06 PM
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