I search for a trace of recognition
Among the crowd of a hundered faces
I am an apparition
A disappearing magician
A gun without ammunition
A temple of fallen ambition
And a master of repetition
From: Hanako.
To: 99 beating hearts.
YOU ARE READING
letters unsent.
PuisiI'm going to fall a lot before I learn to fly. (The recent poems are better.) -------- .˚ ᵎ┊͙ ⋆*☁️ ⓒ fallen-spector
