Poem -
The ached
I walk
. Watching
being watch
Fingers dancing
on my balled skull
Like a lover
touch in desired
Music playing
to the walk...thinking
then
the aches
of ages ..place a touch between
my bonesĀ
Stop ....
for a moment
aches
Walk
walk
walk .....
it's now to my endĀ
You think?
Still the air remains....as
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