***
She,
was an eidetic copy,
of your inner soul,
your satellite solitude. You...
Yet,
not quite...you
***
YOU ARE READING
Pieces of Mind
Poezja#66 in poetry 5/11/17 ~~~ Yet something hasn't changed, for I still wished I could pulverize into atoms, and become the air you breathe in... ~~~ From when she made me human...
The Other
***
She,
was an eidetic copy,
of your inner soul,
your satellite solitude. You...
Yet,
not quite...you
***
