Read my mind

I am begging you, please
Read not my lips
Look not the words that cease.
Deep inside, I’m a wretch
my heart is gold, shadows that freeze.
if when you peep, you will sink
Death to you will increase
so please read my fingertips
read the leaves on my trees

And by truth
Here are words
That are yours

Listen son
Hear the clouds
They’re like mind

the heart sleeps
like fingertips
in waters

Ruddapoet

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