you
come dig into me
foamy sparkles
as I blurt out
to your fluffy silence
you
feracious bastard
I take your message,
but you tear down my
papers.
you
too much a black cofee,
to do away a break of
wisdom,
you
breaking into my life,
taking the pause,
as we become us,
you teach me to win
in the flea market,
and I tell you the
neverending story
of how it
broke into me.
then I pass out
for a dream.
I see you no more.
there be fore,
I do not
speak.
to wish
you
wish
you
were
you
wish
you
wishpurr
come dig into
a pure emptiness.
celine charcoal
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