Everydayness Poem by cold september

Everydayness

Don't you dare
writing down
your name
I don't need
to know
who you are
just breath
and feel
the sounds
of violins
bouncing from
the windows
rustling minds
absorbing
through the nose
the energy
velvety
as a moss...

Kills!

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