If you find a girl, don’t make her yours— she won’t get your obscure literary allusions, so why not give up on poets who cut lines in search of heads, top quite gone? You can turn any word into…
1 I saw the reflection of you in my morning cup looking like me. Oh Narcissus, our love of peering at ourselves is only an illusion. Do not be afraid of the edges nor the ripples in the water, it…