I don't want to say my name,
Its nothingness.
Beautiful to me,
To everyone.
But what is it!
If I can't hear,
Your lips speak.
Of me. You see!
Quiet! Silent!
Jealousy.
Monday, May 16, 2011
I listen to sounds! Blackest ink!
Poem by Marc Aupiais
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