Estreita Poem by Tony B.B.

Estreita



Your lips are like knives against my neck
And though hate seems like a suitable reciprocation
I find it all impossible
Instead I get lost in this jungle of thought
Because I have left my life
And my love in a package
On your doorstep

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Penney Cooper 22 November 2009

i like this a lot though i'm a bit lost with the title. does it refer to a jungle?

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