Anonymous


“Yesterday. I keep on speaking of yesterday as if nothing will come of today.” Who says such words to stir my affection?

Exposé departs the border -rules the space. Brave vowels, ravenously mouth the thoughts. Utterances, breathe air -risen on smoke.

“I have not figured out who you are, but I will find you.” My only reply.

I’ve made reservations. Sit with me. Then we will confess our hearts.

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