When I write
I am ancient
when I laugh
I am young
when I sleep
I am old
and then when
I love I
will be forever
Category: Poetry
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What is this
ache said the
icicle to the
barrel it is
thaw said barrel
it’s what happens
when one once
cold finally warms
oh like love
shouted the icicle
no not love
more like death
said the barrel
and I’m Heaven
Two
Two doesn’t
ever really
it can’t
two is
a sum
two like
every other
is just
more of
many ones
a couple
a few
a crowd
life is
never two
never mind
ever more
One
Does one
can one
become two
or does
one stay
one forever
when one
meets one
likes one
kisses one
loves one
is it
for the
other one
or for
the first
one the
only one
one is
always a
selfish one
Others
Every knight needs
a squire and
every king needs
a fool but
to which is
what to whom
and where and
when remains a
mystery for one
is nothing without
the other like
mirror and man
