What'supReaders?: The minds who fell out of time: To you what is life is to me where death awaits. Slow is to catch where the fire smoked. But to burn brighter than the fore...
Short , like our trust I can't even find comfort In the wriggly mind of a poet. A lost lifeline Reducing the seductive embrace of words To a few miserly tidings, Aphorisms. Promisingly put in the middle of a blank page Disappointing like phantom lover Haste. Noisy. Missing. Giving me no solace or thought Meaningless , like the love we hoped Only a poet could cure.
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