Poems from hlouie.onyo

Crazy is the neon to the pastel, the saffron to the pepper, the awake to the sleeping.   Crazy is the fire you want to contain in a pit, so...
          soft eyes                  blurred        with ambiguity        and                  desperate                        desperate...
     hide quietly enough             and maybe just maybe   you can creep up        on your thoughts             ambush them           and...
                     the space                          between                      our hearts                        could...
     Why do we exist      in riddles                          floating                      around      like space      people            ...

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