Don't think I'm
writing these poems to
you
(it's more like us, or
no-one, or the world,)
If I thought poetry
could make you
appear before me
then perhaps
(I'd think my poems
and censor them from
the public)
I know that no-one is reading
these poems
(and that I'd like to make you
appear before me in
the purest of forms)
Sunday, October 16, 2011
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