The unknown girl

This world has us divided,
a cross of towers
where a frown sleeps
until you leave.
This is a language
that cant compare
with anything I’ve learned,
but in that face
your eyes scream into
a bowl of water
that can let me become thirsty enough
to know everything about you.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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