Morphing Verse
I try to write poems.
Friday, April 18, 2014
Exhaustion is a theatrical word, but I am tired. A fantasy where my eye lids meet absorbs me. I want inspiration, but find it neither in dreams nor alertness. Let the lids' next romance be eternal, let them love forever.
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