Coldness sharpens me
dots are distance
on top of the frosty characters
The angular spiral has found me
My soul screams inwards
my blood boils silently
I'm sweeping my steps from your heart
Are we more of the same now?
14/2/2020
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Pieces
I'm trying to talk
myself to the presence
The spacing between lines seems inviting
cry for help
inside the phlegmatic frame
Sometimes I find myself in your arms
sometimes I unnoticeably sweep myself under the doormat
sometimes I get catapulted into the future with a space cannon
sometimes I notice myself fragmented into the past
Floating in the ocean I created
near you stretching the borders of the puddle
With the starry sky
we can breathe
Time really is a concept
4/2/2020
myself to the presence
The spacing between lines seems inviting
cry for help
inside the phlegmatic frame
Sometimes I find myself in your arms
sometimes I unnoticeably sweep myself under the doormat
sometimes I get catapulted into the future with a space cannon
sometimes I notice myself fragmented into the past
Floating in the ocean I created
near you stretching the borders of the puddle
With the starry sky
we can breathe
Time really is a concept
4/2/2020
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