Poem_02/2015

You errant soul will always stay in your bed

You are an intelligence wrapped in purple paper

I might not be able to talk with you

For you are so much better than I

I am changing endlessly

I am moving and then positioning

You will never lose anything

Because you never created anything

I have lost so much

I created too much

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