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Tuesday, August 6, 2013

At the fringe.

I sleep in a house
without walls
half drowned in the rain
that drips from my eyelids
drop-by-drop

trapped in the past
like a mosquito in a drop of amber
dreams condensed in a breath of death
lethal
like a viper’s kiss


c:NKO 2013

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