Used to remember you as a
rumble in my stomach
A hunger stuck inside
like a habit that
adheres itself to one’s mind.
Now your face has faded
further into the backdrop–
a mere fleck in the scenery.
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Poetry without gesticulation.
1 comment:
mmm... you make me want to quit life and write all day, produce things like this. i envy your ability.
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