without the knowledge and cyber presence
of you and your awareness of my
presence (so I thought), I am
feeling more and more
unjustified, groping,
unloved, ugly
dissatis fied
lon ely
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y.
YOU ARE READING
Afflatus
PoetryYou are my divine poetic inspiration. To breathe, to blow air through my lips. flāre afflāre afflātus. You are my divine afflatus. *- This is my third collection of poetry. The other two are Parts of Me and Butterfly Ripples. Please be kind enough n...
