Tuesday, January 17, 2017

I was naive 

Don’t ask me to stop. 
What kind of story is that… 
Aesop’s thirsty crow 
flying off without a drink… 
No…I will keep dropping stones 
into your distant heart 
until my lips can reach yours… 
until I can drink my fill 







have you been too? Kid, I can tell you one thing" work till they've vanished from sight _


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