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Spaghetti knots

Everything goes

I heard there was a poem written

that can cure death

but I don’t remember how it goes

or who wrote it

or if it really ever ended,

if it just continued and continued

even here

and in the next

and the next

until there is no more,

but I suppose there always will be

because that’s all we know

until we don’t,

which is something we know

too

*

Everything must go

and it does

in time

which tends to be

not as long as

you wanted

but not as short

either

because you could’ve

at least bought

that one item

at that one sale

in that one store

where everything goes

*

Rest, friends,

drink, eat, talk

and bring

others

for soon

nothing will be left,

not even scraps

of us

About kacperniburski

I am searching for something in between the letters. Follow my wordpress or my IG (@_kenkan)

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