SurrogateA Poem by AbhraWhat do I do with so much poetry and so many words when all I have to say footnotes in silence. In the disheveled coliseum of language, vicinity is a river in ruins. And I run through colors and love. These alleys have no one in them, only a window waits for me. and I keep looking to the streets for my beloved, emptiness even her shadows have learned to look like you. © 2012 AbhraReviews
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