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Kopter Zero Oct 2016
Let go the pliers
Which squeeze and bind your body.
Look! You are free now.
Kopter Zero Oct 2016
I'm tired of being dragged,
My flesh is worn to the bone;
But my hand is stuck.
Kopter Zero Oct 2016
Sad embers die out;
My muse is on holiday.
Robot writes instead.
Kopter Zero Sep 2016
Coming into being;
Is it already too late?
I'll be waiting here.
Kopter Zero Sep 2016
Drive a stake through it;
Cold blood freezes in its veins,
Smile through the mirror.
Kopter Zero Sep 2016
I don't want to hear;
I don't want to look upon;
I don't want to feel.
Kopter Zero Sep 2016
Peel back the layers;
It's horrible to behold.
What is it saying?
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