Sunday, 2 October 2011

gânduri care fug

falling out of touch with all my friends...hope they're staying glued together;
I have arms for them.

take another sip of them,
it floats around and takes me over,
like a little drop of ink
in a glass of water

get inside their clothes
with my green gloves
watch their videos,
in their chairs.
get inside their beds
with my green gloves
get inside their heads,
love their loves.

now I hardly know them
but I'll take my time.
I'll carry them over,
and I'll make them mine.

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