Tuesday, August 03, 2010
distance, sky, a bird, and flood.
Knowing the desire
like a sharp weapon
smiling with the edge
like an uncold
moonlitnight
farfaraway
pumping blood and
tickling the mind's
vein ends.
In a kiss all truths are buried,
Love, incomplete, is a revenge.
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