twice

it's again the fucking sweet memory in the goddame dream. K appeared outside the troop, the very last day before O retired from the camp. Chaos by excitement as in prison, I escaped from condemn of officer for early absentia by reentry to camp before duty call. On the hallway O sought the chance to grasp K's hand, and avoiding witnesses aroused the fake excitement and happiness at the ; delicate palmprint of K's carved onto O's lobe. For Shake's sake, echoes bug me as if peasant had hands that villains' hands do touch, and palm to palm is goddamn peasants' kiss. Damn it, it dared to happen twice a night!!!