Rivers who open on the mouith of me send sounds drawn on lakes seaping in, in a source…. Waves pushed by smells of stolen memories floating on an anti

Rivers who
open on the
mouith of me
send
sounds
drawn on lakes
seaping in,
in a source….
Waves
pushed by
smells of
stolen memories
floating on an
antithesis to
all
I
see

#smallpoems