Your green android dreams
were there lying on the table it seemed...
It was just one of your half read days
fifty shades of mind on the coverpage...
and a hairclip black with stone studs...
and a picture on the wall of tulip buds...
and there your brown leather bag
with your toiletries surely stuffed...
lipsticks...pollen grains...liners black...
and there on the desk I also discovered...
a few lines written by you on a file cover...
'O My restless mind bestow peace
O You my tormentor give me a kiss...'
I looked and read those lines several times
written in red they just in me chimed...
Saturday, August 18, 2012
my mad girl...
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