Fear
I still see her
sometimes;
free from the weight
of expectations,
drinking from a
can of baygon.
sometimes;
free from the weight
of expectations,
drinking from a
can of baygon.
posted by kaaju katli | 6:02 PM
posted by kaaju katli | 6:02 PM
4 Comments:
Could it be more disturbing?
This poem makes my heart feel very, very cold...
death, that final, blessed escape?
i see that the prague spring is over in katli-land.
yes death doth leave us ahrd and cold,Good one katli.
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