Thursday, December 6, 2018

Dis(e)cretion

You keep on asking
I keep avoiding
Your insistence approach
Didn't seem rewarding
I'm not in search
I'm not yet wandering
What makes you think
I'm waiting, wanting?
There's no subsistence
In your coffer
there's no life blood
That I've been thirsting
There isn't meaning
In those words
It sounds to me
Like chirping birds

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