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Spaghetti knots

When birds hump

How do you figure

the world existed

without the two of us

fucking for the fruits

of paradise

like animals in the night

crying out

our own names

to scare the birds

who try to mimic

our noise

but they do it all wrong

and we do it worse


Clothes hanging

like meat after a hunt

if only I get close

and warm

where I can

devour the heat

with a quick strike of ruin and joy

and say the words

that mean nothing

when said through her mouth

About kacperniburski

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