The tear of my mesh, you can not repair.
The key now inserted begs my submission.
My longing is heated as you unbraid my care.
The tear of this mesh, you can not repair.
Driven by our letters and a lock of my hair.
In time, my flesh becomes your clavier ~ Listen.
The tear of my mesh, you can not repair.
The key now inserted begs my submission.
Nicole
7.21.13
afternoon
Who, I wonder, is adequate to the task of repairing the tear?
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some originality here...interesting combination of words
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ReplyDeleteAs with most poets words are my obsession. Ty.,
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I feel an air of despair. I like the addition of a clavier. Nice.
ReplyDeleteYou are very perceptive. Ty.
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