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Spaghetti knots

where we used to we

people used to love here

where we used to we

in flowers and fun

before the mosquitoes

swell with thoughts of me

the semi-squeezed pimples

with hairs and ideas of being better

when i am not in a scarred terrain

with barren mountains for bones

and skies for the invisible forgotten

that is meant only for blood suckers

and blood letters and not much else,

though i suppose

the mosquitoes need me

just like i need them

so we can show each other

what it means to love



what grows

grows what

like how this flame

licked to my lip

can burn me

or a forest equally

if i forget to suck it all

of life

for my life

and the sweetness of pine

and cherries that is given off

in coughing clouds

About kacperniburski

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


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