10/18/2014

Tonight


Tonight I am sad.

If I were Pablo Neruda, I could write the saddest lines.
Were I Pablo Picasso I would draw the strangest lines.
But I am neither
I am none.

I am aligned
With my smile

Like ink
It wears off.
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