Friday, August 16, 2013

Your their eyes

For far too long
I know nothing about you.

Disquiet
I quietly conjure you
Smiling to their,
your eyes.

Do not forget me.
Please do not.

For I am dying already
In their lusty glances
Smiling and smiling -
with crystal tears.

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