I
The I who wasn't, not really--
the I who is poured water across it
because it was a firm place
and I did not want the reflection blurred.
---
You
I see myself only reflected
in the glint across your pupils
a spark and an outline
and the rest sunk in the depths.
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2 comments:
this is going to have a lingering affect on me perhaps thats why I am commenting here. Went through some of your lovely posts, it was time well-spent. I'll be back to read other posts.. do keep writing..:)
Oh! I just finished replying to your other comment...
... I'm so glad you like them :)
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