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vineri, 24 noiembrie 2017

the girl who looked like a poem

you looked like a poem
acted like one
even talked like a poem
breathing
being as alive as soneone can be
some sort of delicacy and power
or maybe i am just looking for my father's violence
inside a stranger
you were patient
quite remarcable
i am recreating myself
reconnecting
so i can see
that i only see what i am
only admire what i am
haiku
5th avenue
insert your coin
let go
and laugh a little

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