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Tout me rapelle toi

September 30, 2013

The almost empty coffee cup
The footprints where you stood
The angle of the water tap
The bottle from which you drank
The paper on which you wrote
The smell of jasmine in the lane
The ash in the flowerpot
The rug on which you danced
The water in which you swam
The nail clippers I never fetched
The puppets you picked up and made dance
The sarong draped over the rail
The song you shared about Mars
The window you opened
The curtains you closed
The beat that you found in my heart
The beat that you found in my heart
The beat that you found in my heart
Tout me rapelle toi

 

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