Lines

I often wish

that lines

could blur

 

Or sometimes

not exist

at all

 

If only to allow

the idea of

perfection

 

To unravel itself

enough

to admit

 

What it looks like

on days

when

 

The only thing

I really need

to see

 

Is the honesty

of a dirty face

 

And the foolishness

of  my own questions

 

 

-Diana Tan Domantay 04/08/2012

 

 

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