Swift Swift
I wasn't always hereFrom where I came, that silent country
Spoke by thought
We conversed by proximity
Dialogued with scent
And here, everything translates through
Mouth, an imperfect organ, that
Speaks only in terms of
Hunger
Poetry by Charlie fan
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Written on 2008-10-08 at 21:20
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