Today exists napping in a song.
Monday, April 29, 2013
Poem: Speak droplets speak...
Crawling on my tongue
Slippery, sluggish, but there:
So so so so... Tiny!
But speaks something.
"Did I taste you?
Did I die? Inside you?"
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