Drift
What he
You avoiding me
From my mouth I invite
Let's start the games
elevation
Your fingers as masters of fire
Along my solitude
Fall asleep Stay here now
Hold me Like I'm cold
Silent Incantations futile useless
Te remember why
For a few hours In
fragile unstable equilibrium
On our nights that are distilled
Chills like blades sharpened
hastily
In the urgency of our lives
Comedy in Three Acts
Postscript manuscript
Words For genera indefinite Bunk
For meaning assumptions
Stone in fuzzy
Salty waters and soothing
A torrent of love crazy
From anger benevolent.
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