Heterotopia
Monday, February 13, 2012
The bitter stain of coffee in my cup
My cup is a word
Coffee storms in it
And sweet touch of my lipstick.
You are the words,
Reticent one
Loud one
Unrestrained one.
You are the word,
I know the word,
But, I do not know how to use it.
posted by Azadeh at
6:36 AM
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