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Spaghetti knots


stretch marks

like a lazy river

across your smile

while inside your mouth

there is darkness




you feel that

no one feels that

like you feel

until you find a little book

with all your words

full and bleeding


yet still burning with fire


i am the grand son

of a grand man

who was once a son

wondering if he would have children

and if they’d be as grand as

he is


i am a fire

wild and consuming

but on my birthday

day by day

i blow myself out


give me fame

for it cannot be spelt

without me

About kacperniburski

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


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