Tuesday, January 3, 2017

`gently into the night





after some time now, I sat there and couldn't speak, words stuck at the back of my throat, words all summed up in a non-uttered sound, You; 

you are a shape forming in my mouth, my many lives clawing each other to find some space that's nearer to your scent... and a question, my darling,who was I before you looked at me like that? 







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