Tearing all my names I look deep into your eyes. Those hazel glasses Reflect my facial suspicion. Bearing all my shames I run my fingers through your hair. Those ripening locks Return my unsung desires. Nearing all my penultimate passions I crawl into th...
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'Cross the Existential Track
Existential musings with a humourous twist!There is, I think, a universe That’s parallel to mine. Where someone else who looks like me Lives in a different time.She looks and thinks a lot like me Her eyes are hazel green But she has witnessed many things My eyes have never seen.For one small thing...