There Are Words And These Are Not His
There is a man and
this is his portrait and
there are words and
these are
not his.
It is late and
in daydream
I see his face and
wonder where
he went and
what world he travels in and
I bet the hole in his
heart is much bigger than it is in mine and
this is his portrait and
these words are
not his.
Enjoy!
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