Erotic PoetryWhen I read your wordsSometimes, when I read
your words, I see nothing but
an archive of pain:
all those blank pages
and the empty books in your
library of tears.
Looking through these, I sense
a despised vacuity
of impassive thoughts,
subsumed to crossed
shadows, changing all meaning,
when I read your words.
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