a link
unveild promises
masterd pieces of truth
in a bin of discarded light
we - a link in the stacato
played softly on broken pianos
you close to my vibration
and I listen to the mystery unheard
lingering in your broken words
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-01-07 at 20:01
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