i did alot of travling last month which was, as it turns out, a waste my time.
ironically, i am right back where i started - maybe even a little farther behind than that:
does it humble me
when i drop for you
like storms of glass
in jagged collections
you save for me
your eyes soaked caffine black
i beam with hesitation
a mirror image
our persons pressed to parallel
in us there's a joker
both masters of the trade
clear judgement in the water
the actor and abuser
lusting objective and estranged.
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Maybe it's not enough to know yourself, or maybe it's too much.
1 comment:
That was awesome, gorgeous
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