Tuesday, January 5, 2021

Fluency v. mania

to me you are the epitome of the perfick
stop don't go there it's far too manic
the words they're not special or even pictoric

i wish that i could re-meet you
in that steakhouse booth with a backache
and call it a night, a life
and be through, barely a bleep
now i see what ensued
every night in my sleep

by Ilyn
"for you, Shab"

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