Thursday, November 6, 2014

Fiction

There is fiction, a lifelong fiction I created in spite of myself ...
love from a storybook created simply by desire, desire to satisfy,
desire to escape, desire to give another her idea of love
and inevitably to find the giving empty.
Then I desired you.

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