day 8

06.10.09

I live day by day in despair:
I'm longing to stroke your soft hair,
To touch your bronze hands and to melt
From emotions that I have just felt.

Wherefore do I cast this fake smile?
My lips are caged in durance vile.
I'll bury your eyes in my hope
With a neck to be hung on a rope.


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