Found these few lines written on 15. 12. 2016.
Seems incomplete and I so much wish I'd completed it. Nonetheless, here it is. Says it all.


Desire

Who is me
Or who is you
I don't know any more
For
The forehead seeks the touch of lips
And the hair strands like the strings
wait for the fingers to run through them
At least this much can be said and written
Parts





Poetry by Deeps
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Written on 2017-01-19 at 19:37

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