And the sensitive theme
Of an imaginary teardrop
Slowly, oh, so so slowly
Rolling down my cheek
You
And the evocative dream
Of talking, and talking
For such a long long time
About talking later
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Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
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