Salvador

Salvador

A Poem by IComeAnon
"

I was supposed to be working, but, rather, I spent my time writing this on a menu.

"

I am a foreign drama, Dear.

My situations are

Of Matters

Well beyond what one should care, Dear.

I am alien in

Your soft hands.

I write a letter now, my dear,

I signed, "You-Don't-Know-Nor-

You-Care-To,

Me"

Dear Darling,

We need the mystery.

So don't know now, Dear. No.

© 2010 IComeAnon


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Added on October 11, 2010
Last Updated on October 11, 2010

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IComeAnon
IComeAnon

Lake St. Louis, MO



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