The ink of black as pupil of one's eye
As mark of silence to exhaust desire
Just gives your mind the reason to ask "Why?"
If someone needs your presence to inquire.
And last inch of the color blames the Black
As shade of loss which dares to start hating
The target as one's wish to quote the crack
When petfume's train leaves letter of last dating.
Chromophobia 2005 - Martha Twisleton-Fiennes
© Copyright: Юлия Пескова 26, 2024
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