4 december 2019
For The Skin And Eyes
Not confessional.
Without reading the body
there was no room.
My fever rises
in limbs.
Giving me a double vision.
This was not my age.
Out of place, I
call for limestone.
The sea and
moon will make a castle
on the waves.
Whom do you call
careless? I was writing
the verse on blood paper.
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