orangegerberas
poetry. terse, whimsical vignettes of love and dubious remorse.
06 November 2012
kiss IV
sometimes
you kiss me when
you think I am asleep
it’s all I can do not to weep
sometimes with joy and then,
sometimes with unbearable grief
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