Tuesday
Mar212017
I am empty
|Tell me about her.
Don't repress a thing.
Humid air hung like a white shirt.
She went to the market.
He observed cloud animals flying in a blue sky.
Sweat rained his face.
Her return was elegant.
She parked her motorbike.
Angelic face, tight black pants, grey top, high heels.
Dressed to kill.
Gold bracelets, diamond rings reflected sun.
A smile creased her perfect skin.
Gesturing sign language manifestations,
She locked the door, turned on the fan, peeled cloth.
Purple orbs glistened.
Protected by orange umbrella
Two silent monks whispered a blessing
After a boy dropped monetary paper
Into empty containers.
I am an empty container she signed.
Fill me up.
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