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don't give me a pen

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enigmaticsmile

Published: Sep 30, 2014

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It's the wish to wish
tonight

that I could lay you bare
under the stars
in the light of my eyes
and draw you
a new design

I will unpattern you
a new geometry
while you swallow
your old ways

fashioning you
the new delights
of the soul in ballpoint
on your skin

I wish the pen
I wish tonight

Cheerful Ghost

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