I just have to look
at you
to feel it.
To know it
I have to look
away.
Like the pages
of a book
mid-tornado,
Fragments of
information, the pieces
all out of place.
Still,
I believe you
beg to be
read.
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 5:45 AM UTC
I just have to look
at you
to feel it.
To know it
I have to look
away.
Like the pages
of a book
mid-tornado,
Fragments of
information, the pieces
all out of place.
Still,
I believe you
beg to be
read.
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