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Spaghetti knots

the remains of nothing

my hands are

at your throat

like an astronaut

grabbing for something

in space

but what can be said

of emptiness

besides this –

*

hold my hand

until i drown

then hold on

tighter for i’ll

need the support

to stay afloat

with you

*

everything i feel

feels everything in you

when i am in it

doing it like it hasn’t

been done before

or after when we

sit carrying the memories

and bodies wet with

us

the sheets

the world

everything

and everything else

when we go at youth

again

*

poems

are what’s leftover

when nothing remains

About kacperniburski

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

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