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little pig does poetry
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2003-01-10 11:29:03 (UTC)

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Pouring you my thoughts
like coffee and cream,
I watch the cursor
blink, and imagine the wink
of your eye, tempting me
to come through.

But as the hours sneak away
like some devil child,
the guard falls asleep, enabling me
to boldly enter through the screen,
crossing the interminable distance,
and passing the air that divides
our worlds. Yet, at the gate

of your heart, I only dare reach out
and indulge in a portion, a slice
of the hidden palace within you.
And if you cry to see my retreat,
the trembling legs and weary feet,
don’t. Because when I part,
you won’t be alone in
tasting the sour residue
of incompleteness.


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