Jan 26, 2014
Take back that look. Close the door To that shuttered room. The thought of what we left, forget. Those shadows, too, that let Such thirst for what we said not, in. Those beads of memory you tell Tell no more. That perfume still, The subtle drug and wine. Cover you. Put glasses on Feign, conceal, lest we begin What well we know must end. So, so, No last lamenting kiss, but go.
Broken Dialog by Jean Garrigue