Pickles of Poetry
ILLUSORY
If I write fire, I become cold
if I write ice, I am burned
poetic illusion I write ...
CALL
When life calls,
death...
I just resist ...
BETRAYAL
The sea from there
salting you ...
The sea here is so blasé ...
Hiccups
Oh sea! me here,
she there, white moonlight ...
I here the solar ...!
FALSEHOOD
Insincere Siamese Sisters:
Left,
Right ...!
PLATONISM
I love her without having her,
she has me and doesn't love,
ah! platonic love...
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