Il n'y a plus rien à dire. Toi et moi le savons tous les deux. Nous ne danserons plus sous la lune. Aucun espoir ne nous viendra dans un nouveau rêve. Rien que la brume laissée par le souvenir d'un cauchemar commun partagera notre veille.
There is nothing more to say. You and I both know that. We will no longer dance under the moon. No hope will come to us in a new dream. Nothing but the mist left by the memory of a common nightmare will share our vigil.
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Memento mori: A Collection of Very Short Stories and Prose Poems
General FictionAlways be a poet, even in prose. ― Charles Baudelaire
