May 6, 2012 § Leave a comment



I’ve grown up my mind

I made up myself in time


and the itches in

in line my sides as you won’t see me

an effigy.


leather scratch

and the cold in the winter in breath

feel it


I’ve overcome

the letters you didn’t  answer me

torn words


it’s hard to attorn love

awfully lost in fouls

whether to stop me

or leave me, let me be

and fuck the logic as I see


I won’t say it hurts

but I won’t say it doesn’t too


the shallow shield

I often wear in your heels

will not break


I see no light

only a blur of intuition

but that doesn’t mean

I have to stop to stroll in.


(february, 2012) – fk.


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