sábado, 11 de octubre de 2008

Tiny element

Out of view, looking through the window,
missing tiny element, a number, a name.
Tiny, crisp and sharp when it's around me,
hollow, dark and blunt when it's gone.

Somehow I let myself be wrapped around it,
I take on and fly and talk and dance.
I miss it when it's not, purposedly or not,
truly or not, just kidding or not. 

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