Fof Ii Poem by Luca Menin

Fof Ii



Old movie barely breathes, silver & grey.
Crying dew tears, steamy smoke.
Revealing absorbing true shapes
of grey bones

Wet tongue whisper under the lamp light.
Unintelligible figures.
Not much to see of.

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