LP No. 31 Pen

fears of
obscurity eternal.

I write of love,
so you will remember
long after
the kisses disappear.

I write of beauty,
so you
will praise me
after my bones
sludge into
mildewed putrescence.

I write
to sketch
the corners of my soul.

I write
because you
will never see
what I see.

you will never love
like I love
I am writing
for me.

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