TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA
When we get close and the poetry
Gets too infinite for touching but
Close enough for thaw, I wonder
Do you ever see
What it is that I see?
Do you ever know what I tell?
For it is about to begin
And you know and I know it is
Copyright B E Saunders 2016
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