Dreaming At High Noon
i must have slept something escaped
and i do not remember what was it,
i feel empty inside, my chest feels like
nothing but air, and my mind feels like
and empty bag, and i want to go back
to certain beginnings like: what was it?
how did it really happen? why did it
happen the way it happened? i am
sleepy, and i am feeling so low, and
there you are naked, still teasing me.
poem by Antonio Liao
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