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The Wanderer

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last night she lay in his arms,
black and white still frames
clutching at the colours in the sky

today, there are no cities
big enough to lose him

an empty attica, above...
the basement sheen

and now this apartment
grasps you like a flame

a mouthful of pills
to worship the pain

he doesn't have to be
your daddy and your vein

the slurred tones creeping out over
a wielding touch of shame

the streets spread out amidst
the crease between your thighs
and nothing you could fake
is ever going to fill your insides

~all apolgies, Henrik
 
the streets spread out amidst
the crease between your thighs

today, there are no cities
big enough to lose him


How'd you get so prolific?? *envious*

foray
 
I don't know when it happened but you've gone from being really good to being great; I'm serious, this is unbelievable. nothing in your poetry is expected and reading each line is like turning a new corner, bringing some aspect to the poem that wasn't there before.

last night she lay in his arms,
black and white still frames
clutching at the colours in the sky

the streets spread out amidst
the crease between your thighs
and nothing you could fake
is ever going to fill your insides
 
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