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Glazed

It feels like sometimes I'm breathing borrowed time
the absolute value jumps on both sides of the scale
I lower my velvety hands through the curtain of sleep
seeking the possibly numbed bottom of my selfhood

In my eyes the outlines of love are taking shape
my skin tingles and it downright demands you
While rinsing I drown myself to the cloudy everyday
listening to the waves with the time being the sand bottom


5/8/2017

Note!

The poems have currently been translated all the way back to January 2017, others will mostly appear in Finnish. My apologies, the process takes quite a long time with this many poems. I hope you can still enjoy the ones that are translated!

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