Tag: Friendship

Dry Thirst

Once we were liquid Entangled, wrapped in grasps Scared of the dry sunrise   In that morning I heard the bath water Small splashes…gingerly   The faucet became a trickle, then nothing. I was left with the creaks of the house.   Every now…

Looking Through Me

It’s too bad I can’t kiss his lips. I’m not attracted to them. But, if I were, he would reject me. For my stories are buried deep And they cannot be read easily It is as if, I shouldn’t exist. You see… The problem…

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