Beatific Melancholy
Lo que yo escribo para usted en el amor, SeƱorita | It's not about you.
Tuesday, 8 May 2012
6. Sepia
You need to hark a wound deep
Into a cuttlefish
And collect its bloody ink
To pen poems
That would make readers weep.
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