sábado, 10 de março de 2018

You gave me no choice

but to lie.
now I hide between the lines
of your poetry.
Cause it's the only place 
that I'm not judged.
my peaceful, quiet time
were I can imagine all
your stories, 
and maybe
how I could be intertwine
in them too.

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