Thursday, 10 August 2017

The Black Hole

I cannot tell yet what you have
done to me
you are victory and you are
vicious murder
even the trees shiver at 
your advancing

But in your heart and in your heart
I keep everything in the 
greying sky as I wait locked
I don't mind
To be warm is a lie I lost
the reason to tell

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