2011-12
I amwaves, you
are fire, burning
until my heart is
scored deep,
charred black
with your
love.
And each beat
screams agony.
You are
flames, I am
water, flowing
until your lungs
are brimmed,
filled over
full with my
love.
And each breath
is futile agony.
Poetry by Minhocao
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Written on 2011-07-08 at 05:39
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