"To Drink"
I am burning my arms on the carpet to rub out your touch, Closing up my mouth from all that might enter by fault, But how tender fault was in our collision, without pattern, Still, it could be, being here inexplicably.
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I am a shortform and free-verse poet. I aim to capture moments, and the feeling in such moments, with images using words. I'm also, funnily enough, a photographer: http://www.flickr.com/photos/kingdavidphotography/
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