beyond here you can not enter _ but you do even so
The story is as long as the city graveyard
You are at the beginning
With open arms
And the red nose around your neck
Was that the sound of your heart?
or is it me standing there
aging towards the end
of the stairs
shaped around our lives
behind the red ribbon
cut by a King
__
1 : love someone
2 : die
__
you smile
with the inside of your knee
talking about castles
as the day evaporates
into our breathes
and we pretend
to be something
but electrons
__
I am here
__
can you see me?
Poetry by Lourdes
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Written on 2006-07-01 at 12:52
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