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Spaghetti knots

abysmal

there is a place

where no one belongs

where i am sick

and dying

and where i don’t belong either

for every time i look into

the abyss

it not only looks back

but says

in spit where oceans swim

what are you doing here

this is my spot

i am here because

you aren’t

and if you don’t mind

i prefer to be lonely

and i leave it alone

feeling pretty lonely myself

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i’ve been asking what

the point of poetry is

but i think that the point is

only to ask i

and thereby realize

i exists

broken

staggered

but still

full and

being a being

About kacperniburski

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

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