sending you those messages

those things inside my head - call it poetry
haven't always been there,...















Saturday, February 25, 2012

outside my thought
outside of it
outside
wanna be
where never
gone
outside of things
and worlds
and rules
and what is
that i should do,
outside my skull,
and habits,
sugar, taste,...
my blood,
so dark  and…
is running now,
outside my body/self, 
that curls down
on the ground,
and wants no more.

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