You
Lines and waves,
Distorted characters,
I am diseased by your blood.
Confront me,
Abrupt and blurry,
Seep into my skin my slow demise,
Beckon to me my intimate revival.
Sing to me
My requiem.
posted by Sucheta @ 3:22 AM
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A friendly pillar,
In a cold dark crypt.
Solid in character.
Long may be the day when it hears
Your requiem.
Long may be the day indeed...
P.S. might u be that pillar?
Yes, in fact. It was so intended
Thank you Arvind! That's really appreciated!!
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