Title: Night doctor Author: eric88
shapes encased divided by color some of green mustard yellow some divide, multiplied cooped in the mind of my minds only mind so what to make of these shapes of only i can see what to make of the shapes, the blocks of the three layers consist exist and kiss but lovers their not, they rot they miss empty spaces pockets of air a fine tooth comb with unkempt hair i make a wish, i make a prayer i hold dearly my body they will share. Comments on "Night doctor"
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