i have begun to write poetry
for girls who are not real
with names which linger on my lips
long after i have met them somewhere.
they travel quickly
like little birds lost
in the branches of large trees
even you are not anything
but a name and an event
occuring to me with
everything you own
the hair you grow
and the soft scent of peaches
you carry into the room.
Another typical poem, and when I say typical I mean that its exactly your style :)
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