by Kaz   Feb 22, 2013

As plain as it is,
as uncomfortable is this,
is what makes the best of me,
where no need to fight ,
against myself neither need to hide,
what i can express from my mouth,
is far less what my pen writes down,
though it beats within inside,
in my pen my heart resides,
where you'd be paces apart,
and i keep myself in the dark,
suppressing every beat...


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