By Uriah Lee Hamilton
Softly singing
on the cold moonlit avenue,
I remember your mystical necklace
glowing in the dark
and your emerald-colored eyes.
I hadn’t seen you
in over a year
and all the old passions return
that mask all ancient pains.
Such absurd desires unlimited!
I practice self abuse
by kissing your shoulders.
I know you don’t love me,
and maybe I don’t love you,
but maybe I do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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