I turn off the faucet of my emotion
and wait for the slippery dish of my soul to dry
before setting it in place
on a shelf or a page.
I flip off the switch of my feeling
and wait for the dark to fall down from the ceiling
that I may paint you the picture
I see without seeing.
and wait for the slippery dish of my soul to dry
before setting it in place
on a shelf or a page.
I flip off the switch of my feeling
and wait for the dark to fall down from the ceiling
that I may paint you the picture
I see without seeing.
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