for little sister
a beetle for instance a wasp
on the window
i begin to form words
hammering next door
how to convey it
geese glass grass it doesn't matter
how to find the words
this is not living in the moment
i don't care about that
i want to find the words for you
you so far away
even when you are here so far away
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2017-11-03 at 20:20
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