aosora (United Arab Emirates) published:
Seeking Peer Reviews
He is serene.
Sweet summer boy, nectar mouth parted, the staff that broke the sea. He seems to me so hollow; a lithely whittled mausoleum one matchstick away from chaos, the kind that floods junctions into crisp, unruly frenzies.
We are always unoccupied. I smash the only clock I possess, and he watches me with amusement. Later, I mourn the loss a wee bit, gathering broken plastic bits into the valley of my palms and gazing forlornly at the brass...
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