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Spaghetti knots

every poem

i feel like

if i’ve heard one good poem

i’ve heard them all

for a poem

a good poem

feels all

from i

*

it was the red apple blossoms

that didn’t bloom this season

for a shadow was blocking the tree

after burning with the fire

of all civilization’s hate

and ingenuity

millions of years of progress

to this moment where

a women is lit aflame

for being a women

and because the apple

doesn’t fall far from the tree

and if it does

it must be collected

shined

and eaten

before it rots

to black

*

forget

forever

for

foreign

foreshadows

forbearance

forlornness

forfeits

forgiveness

fortune

forejudges

forbidden

About kacperniburski

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

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