The Speaking Poet
“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back.” ― Plato
Saturday, 30 January 2016
Lost
I think I am lost. I mean,
my name is lost
Oh the pains, to know how,
not knowing hurts.
Was I ever called anything,
anyway?
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