The mistress in my room,
why does a necklet hang by her neck
and everything else is a pale reflection
of her body,
The branches of a tree outside
are flailing off my forehead
but i can only stare at her
with my imagination filling the room,
She moves away slowly
as if apathy is whispered to her
It starts to drizzle
and the morning is a climax of sorts..
why does a necklet hang by her neck
and everything else is a pale reflection
of her body,
The branches of a tree outside
are flailing off my forehead
but i can only stare at her
with my imagination filling the room,
She moves away slowly
as if apathy is whispered to her
It starts to drizzle
and the morning is a climax of sorts..
this has an unusual malaise that i don't quite understand but calls to me nonetheless. the last statement is understatement and makes me curious.
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