Sunday, 23 July 2017

just i

learn you without
concentration. without thunder without
roaring window eyes; without stapled careless
feet. whispers colliding down the my spine
all the while your rainbows kept disappearing.
broken down to feel you
broken down to feel them
broken to Whole my truths
in pieces
i learn you.
 
 
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this will be my last poem

so that i remember. because before melted steel, there was hand-made, better, buttered words. we can decide if new spaces beneath me can qui...