Colors in my words
Posters in my prose
A point of view in my
poem
You light up
I feel warm in that
light
One of these days you
will be cornered
And I unaware
A little prayer
Bangs in the corners
of my mind
A cut in my temple confirms this
Torn between me and the
idea of me
Trapped in a you
A body or something
more from outside
Posters in my prose
A point of view in my
poem
You light up
I feel warm in that
light
One of these days you
will be cornered
And I unaware
A little prayer
Bangs in the corners
of my mind
A cut in my temple confirms this
Torn between me and the
idea of me
Trapped in a you
A body or something
more from outside
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