søndag 2. desember 2012

They say I fake or lie in everything I write. No, it's simply that with me imagination Feels --- I don't use the heart.

All I dream or go through,
All I fail or lose out
On, is like a terrace
Facing something else
Again. And that's the lovely
Thing.


It's why I write
Steeped in things not readily
At hand --- free of emotions,
Serious about what isn't 
Feelings ? That's the reader's
Lot !...


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