I can be with you and still –
alone
awaking in the morning, an
open mouth full of salt
my destruction
stones thrown
into a stormy sea
filling books with
deep thoughts
caught in empty kitchens
starring at a gray day
through crossbars
No way out
No way in
a fool who cries
for love for pain for life
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