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Spaghetti knots

life elsewhere

she spills the moon

into my hands

while i wave goodbye

trying not to let the water

well up

or crash this city

which looks so beautiful

with its buildings all lit up

like distant stars

where life may be

if only i climb

into the night and

let it climb into me

but then i’m reminded

that they are empty

for everyone has gone home

and few look up anymore

and i

look back to

the other side of the moon


it’s closed



i’m repressed

from sex

and from the i

lost in others

who has followed footsteps

dug deep in snow

so as to not

get his feet wet

with feeling


don’t let me

pollute me

with what you think

i think

and what i’ve become

for you

for i

am him if you need him

even if he

is only the leftover bites

gone bad and polluted

but insist on not

wasting food

for there are those


About kacperniburski

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


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