9 august 2022
Soul Mate
You were wired, I
won't let you go with zinnias
in this beastly night.
I hate them all, the
ad verbums. Go gently in sea
to drown yourself.
That half-eaten apple
in the rains brings the message
of a fallen angel.
Take me home when I
forget, who was me, standing
in moonlight, eyes shut.
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