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tiistai 13. tammikuuta 2015

Morning

Morning again already arrived
power off the night fell.
My brain deserted,
I'm looking for something out of them,
I do not by the way of new
poem in the morning tea.
Inside me I do not change
listen to your own
blood noise.
Empty the brain deserted
silent cry
hysteria.

Empty questions
what is an orgasm,
the answer
the poem as soon as I do.
My thoughts awakening
I look forward to, then
I'll make the tea.

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