to the ignoble
tears, my heart
Making my eyes
of the rib-tickling
bleeding, ain't it?
I see bearded walls
caged under deprived
I am a good
now that I own
words that speak.
And I have no skin left.
They simply wound
but they never
My arms were
broken and I was
path at awful
made me drink.
I have been
looming over the
The emerald sea
is bouncing atop
the sea bed.
The light was broken.
It was in discord
to the quadrille.
But it has
snatched me away,
that is placed
far apart from
where I belong.
I am allochthonous.
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