W E B - G I R L  

She came to me from Web -
I know you.
She told to understand -
Believe to you.

She smiled at my naiveness -
Forgive you.
To hope fulfill the last guess -
I wait for you.

Kill their underfeelings -
Forget them.
We are each others foundlings -
Of last item.

I know what is loneliness -
You knew the Tool.
Please throw away your pastness -
I'm too.

We open door out nothingness -
To live
For singing souls crying rest -

November 1996

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