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Spaghetti knots

don’t done do


painted red,

roars of her

and the sky

they slept under

where the sun warmed yellow

and the clouds built

to cool with white

that took a little gray

when life was postponed indefinitely

to doze against

the whisper of rain

on the stucco roof

that said


i am


painting red

hoping for purple

of a long summer dress

that i can touch

so i spread everywhere

to be a small part

of her like you,

limbs and arms and

water after all


there is never

a right time

only the wronged obstacle

of doing

and seeing others behind

but moving more

always more

until time has passed

and it is right there


About kacperniburski

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


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