Saturday, May 28, 2016

Precious



I wish I’d be in your warmth,
death for a moment
worth a thousand beat
meaningless, meaningless

I wish I’d be in your eyes,
wiped out in your cast
rated countless kens
feckless, feckless

I wish I’d be in your spell,
split in a trance
rise and fall at your will
priced a myriad trice
pointless, pointless.


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