Hollow,
I am about
to squeak
soundless shouts
of emptiness,
Hollow,
I'm this
close to
fist, grin,
wrist, razor,
Hollow,
I'm heading,
Hollow,
Low.
16May2009
16
May
2009
Secret
tranced by Raffaella Ciavatta Labels: bi, circles, dualism, pattern, poetry, visual poetry at Saturday, May 16, 2009
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