I walked outside
this morning
& a bird
said my name.
It had
your voice,
& apparently
your eyes--
what will I do
now
but let it
repeat
like a heartbeat
in my mind.
I see
your eyes
as distorted
caricature prints--
all ridicule
& strain
bending scarce
proportions
of your
physiognomy.
this morning
& a bird
said my name.
It had
your voice,
& apparently
your eyes--
what will I do
now
but let it
repeat
like a heartbeat
in my mind.
I see
your eyes
as distorted
caricature prints--
all ridicule
& strain
bending scarce
proportions
of your
physiognomy.
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