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Spaghetti knots

b loom

april hangs from your eyes

as you tell me you want

a love so deep

oceans would be jealous

 

do you forget

i cannot swim

 

do you recall

that i prefer one so deep

that the spaces inside me

that whisper for more

like dresses sewn with sun or

an appetite to have yet-another-bite

would be filled

with daily remembrance

 

i am the tiny drop of water

challenging the crashing of the waves

i am sweat of your hands

clumsily finding themselves in soaked may

 

you add

won’t it be nice to move

to a place less thick with rain

 

but on the ground

the flowers have not yet sprung

in a soil left behind

by the universe

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About kacperniburski

I am searching for something in between the letters.

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