Wednesday, 9 November 2011


Leaving treasures in the ocean,
The way I cast nets things get left behind.
I have suitcases full of nothing.
My walls are white and white and white
We are two of a kind and I’m leaving
You behind.

Spoiled wine, I’m choosing drunkenness
These last days.
I can’t fit it into my pocket
Even though I’ve tried.

Photo of Anne, March 2010

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