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Spaghetti knots

each night is suicide to day

love

gave me the worst

love of my life

and i suppose i

still loved

it best of all

*

there is no winning

because the world requires relationships

to go on

but when they’ve gone

the world dresses destruction in crumbles

though it still turns easily

not feeling the lost

*

he was forty eight

denying his heart up until the point

where it went

and he knew he had to follow it pointedly

even if it led him to poor witticisms

and the realization that people told this to him

since they recognized the beat themselves

but who he ignored

and who ignored him later on

as all warped mirrors tend to do when you’re not looking

even now where he is reflected in a streetlight

up above where its downcast glow doesn’t fall

free from the orange frown of the city

finally free from the yellow of night

peppered by dying stars

that no one looks views

even as he flies fast

from blue shift

to red

oxygenated

to not

About kacperniburski

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

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