vineri, 18 iulie 2014

Draw or be drawn upon

vicious rabid circles

the drawing

I wish I could draw
the faces hunting me

into the nothingness
of a blank piece of paper


the cleansing

I wish I could draw myself
into the open

dull beast
sleeping at my fingertips


the remembrance

his lot not of his choosing


simply undrawable

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