I think I wrote this about ten years ago:
Anticipation is my constant companion
And it whispers your name.
I am so close to you that I move
In you and I feel the world through
Your soul.
I see myself through your eyes
And am blinded.
I see you in everything.
Everything carries locked inside
Your secret name.
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About Me
- roberto kiam borderlineartist@gmail.com
- I live in a quaint, little town, plagued with the specter of speculation and commerce. I am trailer trash,with wishes for good dishes. I shoulda died long ago, but like a rescue dog, didn't. I am indescribably scattered. I speak three languages. I walk a tenuously, true path. I am lucky. For myself, for others. God, it is said, protects orphans, widows and the innocent.
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