A glance sideways on your frame
always
catching my eye
in that shape.
An eternal chasm between sculpture
and what will never be.
The frame of you
and me.
Soft screams in carefully chosen words;
the noise of knowing a bereft gut.
always
catching my eye
in that shape.
An eternal chasm between sculpture
and what will never be.
The frame of you
and me.
Soft screams in carefully chosen words;
the noise of knowing a bereft gut.
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