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Spaghetti knots

You got it

That’s it,

you got it;

that’s it

we’re through

being through,

you got it,

there’s no more

no more,

you got it,

nothing’s left

for we left nothing,

you got it,

except for the fact

that you got it

for you do,

you got it,

but now you don’t

for I got it

and it’s that no more nothing

without you getting it all


She sobbed mustard

that stained my shirt

into a mess of what could’ve been:

a generic, store-bought slop

if I hadn’t met her

and the yellow inside


In the end

it is said you will only have yourself

but this is not true

for you will also have me here

and there

rooting for you

to give death a good grab

and grapple before it pins

you down with an old choke

you’ve forgotten but has always

come with breath

like a cough

and like me

who you have also forgotten

but who is here now

in your lungs and on your tongue

hoping for the best life

death can bring,

coughing and all

About kacperniburski

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


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