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By muryan Date: 2002 Jul 01 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.01.20.31.26113]] |
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While I write, he looms He stares and gazes at each caress of letter And language His breeze moves. No chains, no deep moans to make me shiver I smell his cologne and know he overhangs like paraphrasing, he changes my written words with wisdom. He looks and eavesdrops on each pen stroke I can't see him. He haunts my expressions and echoes my cries. |