We left Paris. We arrived at Arlanda airport. Welcomed, as customary, by the smell of urine. Our rides went in different directions. Snap. Our lives are no longer intertwined. Funny how that word didn't come to mind until we were separated. Intertwined. Maybe they weren't. Maybe I'm just making it up, in retrospect. I don't think so.
I met her yesterday. It was her birthday. I came to celebrate. We hugged and spoke of the weather. It's been sunny and hot for some time now. The spring flowers are dead and dry since long. I wonder if she remembers me. It seemed like she did. But she was always the shallow type. A smile, a kind word, to whomever. And like an animal, she forgets. I won't forget.
I won't ever forget.
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they did not know / they had a dream / found a seam / on their foreheads / lobotomy? ask not them! / it was magical, stagical / and they lost some blood / it was all they ever wanted / next to rape and daily p.e / it was all they ever feared / next to candy and butter / and wine / then they thought they knew its name / and it better be paris
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I DON'T FORGET PEOPLE!
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