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Spaghetti knots



more than this

you must give me more


i am not armed for aimless love

for the faded sundays under lazy fans

the lukewarm spreading of a family dog

the dispassionate mumbling between a blanket and duvet

and the needless needing by tea left alone in the microwave


i am equipped with years of me

of my love for love through love

of the kind of desire not found in plastic coffee spoons

in the sweetened pick me up

or the smell of feet hung

against your breath after the dying morning


here i am

a mess of everywhere inside of you


here i am

an order of everything outside of me


waiting for you to use the world well

by ultimately using it less


whisper it hold it on my tongue

there is still stillness left to do

and be done by

even as you move away

About kacperniburski

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


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