If I believed in Love, then I might as well believe in God
Ivan Garcia
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
impossible
I watch my fingers go deftly
from key to key like a piano
player as I
write another impossible
poem
devoid of common
rhyme and formality.
It has cost me less time and
more soul.
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