Oct 2015
Mutters and Murmurs
Avoid my ears.
As I walk past,
Their eyes will leer.
"Fear not!" I say
"The matter is different."
Yet the words that trail,
Are not so indifferent.
Avoid my ears.
As I walk past,
Their eyes will leer.
"Fear not!" I say
"The matter is different."
Yet the words that trail,
Are not so indifferent.
(Maastricht, Netherlands)
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