Those night behindhand extend till Three
Thoes night prattled Extend till Three
Stunned by the way you say.
Nor moon, nor star, nor Mite
Stopped our night:
but emotion which has no formation.Has to be, I know it’s weird to.
Think of things makes sentiment,
Your story never stopped me from thinking.
Nor love, nor life, nor lust, nor anger, nor sad, nor friend.You have experienced it in my age:But me listening to you crazily Nor experienced or experiencing it in my age.
CUT OPEN A PAPAYA
Cut, open a papaya.
The seeds are you in my brain
Each is you and every neuron.
The black seeds are black board
Your name is written
Class room door left open
In every emergence of your evocation
Comes cool breeze
The letters freeze
I overwrite again and again —
Dwindling as a chalk pen
The cool breeze moisten
The letters,
Causing me trouble:
It became unrubbable
My tears not enough
To make the duster wet
It’s a threat! It’s a threat!
My system alarms:
Malware found!
It’s too late. So strong is bond.
It says
“Disk format
Or keep it corrupt”
It’s like
“You want your memory
Or amnesia?” Misery!
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