feelings stirred in the surge.
as if the rain wants me with him.
seem strange indeed that spilled water.
why are so sick here,
without you .....
This is no longer the fantasy or dream.
here is quite strange.
I want you,
I miss you.
This is more bizarre than what you imagine
the storm is playing in the pitcher.
or fragments that sounds crowded skies,
until under heaven could not contain glass.
I became increasingly bizarre,
with my weirdness,
which was not understood .....
Susan Gafar




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