Mar 16, 2014


Who am I writing this for?
Me? You?
By the side of the fence
Where punctured souls meet
We met in the meadow
You entered my dreams.
Desire versus Desire
Which one shall we pick?
How do you feel when you look at me?
There’s no answer, is there?

Sharpened pencils
Fragrant words
The blank is filled
No story to tell

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