Three words

< Mike Fox




What remains except this scribbling? whipped
feather Nail marks that still harness back
Broken Glass
store desire sharper than guillotine
more than I could afford
the red coast, waves his torment
salt kilograms, liters, kilometers
pain but not one with which I will step over the railing
and one that will carry on for the world
empty backpack that straightens the back
three words that are prohibited for
mime in the midst of mime
back all the money for the tickets? yes please
back to summer

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