.untitled, this far.

bone of the soul

earth below ground

no crystals . a cave with tight spaces.


your words come different, while

with your question come forth

sense of

another world

metaphors, inuendos


a door into an other world

painting dark


i hold myself proud and read

it all

a medieval verse, a tale

of gone days

these days

your days

not mine



sharp bits the tongue

rendered down with shades

from a darker day


Let's be friends

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