i strech my hands
in to the depths of a mirror
i know i know the tale,
in which, i and i became a tale
you strummed out, me,
from where i drowned as a tale,
a long stemmed tale
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
two untitled poems and a kiss
1
A room
no music
nobody within
when i am back
music
no room
2
Square of music
square of fear,
The Kiss
a stream of blood
i remember a kiss
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