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Spaghetti knots

the bloods

keep me on tempo

with the gang of heart flutters

and what she said to me

shadowing over a night

one last night

let this be the night

where the crazy comes sane

the sane slips to you

and you move to me till morning

generous on the horizon

not slowing down no matter the mountains

that boom of the one last time

your parents picked you up

or

they told you they loved you

or

you cried over their silent death long ago

ancient history

reserved for a trip to san francisco

an ocean carrying your waves goodbye

a bar where you’ll find me boozed

the last time

with your woman

with your man

with all you need

though i do not buy you a drink

and i do not remember your name

and i am proud of how much i have lost

feet off beat

eyes lingering on corners

dancing with the walls

and the air you left to breathe

for a guy like me

and

unliked like me too

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About kacperniburski

I am searching for something in between the letters.

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