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[24. Mar 2008|03:59] |
Hazel
Rush!
Go out of my head,
I might be broken now,
I might be dead.
Rush!
Please, leave my mind,
That could be useful,
if i wouldn't be blind.
You
are hook of my light
thief of my memories
I don't see bright.
I'm blind.
Cause you spread
Roots like a hazel
through my scull
through my eyes
you sack nuts like my tears
you patter leaves on my foot
till I die.
Fingertips
Knees
Quiescent, moveless
Lips
Heart
Insensate, coldness
I wish
That one day I could
Lay in the moss
with straw in my mouth
I wish
That one day You would
Live next and love me
not destroy so taut. |
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