[please redial your call (except you don't mind it or give anybody the creeps worrying about hiding that you mind it so nobody's feelings will be hurt)]

Wednesday, 18 January 2012

Leaving Oldenburg

Where are all my friends?
You're gone too.
Who once told me
Would never leave me.

Sitting here alone
The presence of other people
makes it even worse:
Are we like stars,
Shining in the sky
of a desert planet?

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