Mind stateA Poem by Wayfaring stranger
Domestic tears
Shapes are dead Random hopes In open up-voice Room is clean Sterile form Words in sleep Message of ego In sweet masturbation Forgotten pain-flood Under bed sheets Left hand is moving Mornings are naked Under shower My body is helpless I am smiling © 2019 Wayfaring stranger |
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Added on April 11, 2019 Last Updated on May 2, 2019 Author
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