caress inanimate objects
kick the landine
the instrument of my affection
I speak of things i feel, so primordial, that structured expression kills the essence. I speak of things i see. so easy to ignore, yet, so crucial I find release in the seeming disorder of my Poetry; the subtle signs i see.
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You whisper your name... but i can't hear it.