Desk Lamp, by George Chow Subscribe to rss feed for George Chow

Who tempted me while I read.
Keep me awake instead low.
In abstract I am in love.
Logicaly counting sights alone.
They pass by to be noted.
How they to be writen,
to dignified the suffer.
The window breez cool sense.
The dust bear the hand touches.
This love is too thin in vein.
too broad in heart and mind.
A desk lamp to enlighten by,
and to show her the night.
Posted: 2012-04-16 12:30:37 UTC

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