You have dried off in the sheets of paper
Your looks speak of tiredness in ancient paints
A moment of wonder was enough for you to seek out a place
A place to live
To thrive
To explore
To complete me
I made a choice of letting you dwell
Wished you could get rid of survival hunger
Here we could be together
I let you possess me
Now is it me or is it me?
Who is me? For sure this is not at all we.
Apr 8, 2023
Apr 8, 2023 at 11:37 AM UTC
You have dried off in the sheets of paper
Your looks speak of tiredness in ancient paints
A moment of wonder was enough for you to seek out a place
A place to live
To thrive
To explore
To complete me
I made a choice of letting you dwell
Wished you could get rid of survival hunger
Here we could be together
I let you possess me
Now is it me or is it me?
Who is me? For sure this is not at all we.
from the book that I haven't continued to write
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