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When you wake up in the morning
and your sheets cling to you
and your face is beautiful
and it looks as if you made love,

the sun splits up the air into effulgent particles.

Like a heavy duty truck.
Its sudden brakes at the zebra crossing
release a force which you can feel in your throat.

Where to stop and moreover
where to continue from?

We are like a never worn coat for a body tired of waiting.
A smile I will remember for all my life. Like a tattoo inside my stomach.

You have to reach only that place where somebody loves you.

In time you realise that there is something inside which never surrenders.
Something which never gives itself up.

A hedgehog crouching in fear on the back of some other animal.
Apr 2010 · 1.1k
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I want to **** all the people I love

how their veins persist in me
how they do steal my plastic foam
how their tongues clean my eyes

and every morning whacks my stomach
and every morning seems nothing to me

the last one to be killed will be you
at the end of these words a barrel of a gun
will stick to your neck
and the last thing you will be thinking about
is this text
you will desperately search for salvation
a code among these mingled words
but this will be in vain

I will pull the trigger
in the ******* silence of your room
your cerebrum will be dispersed over your display
your blood will weep over your keyboard

look what you've done
with your thirst for aesthetics
with your inquisitive nature

I don't care who you are
you will have to die too

while you are reading all these
I am beginning to love you

— The End —