Shadows flow eastward
I cleanse my golden toothin the lovepallid water of the evening
On our balcony
which circles days and nights
in the outstretched hands of the house of years
You've got cool depths
in your shredded robe's tears
In my tooth glints the low light
of the setting sun
Poetry by Loke
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Written on 2006-01-01 at 11:04
Tags Humour 




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