My dearest darling.
I’m all twisted up inside now.
Are you able to love me yet?
We dream talk each other.
Sneaking past our present lives.
Painful recollections bind us in a
way we can’t wrestle with.
Love is a limited edition
a debt owed
for being human
only to become slaves to love
All these poems were written by Anne Marie Silbiger
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Artwork by Elisabeth Anna on Deviant Art
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