You need new skin
something to get into...
Somewhere you can gaze
This Is all wrong somehow,
or doesn't fit?
And they keep
with their arms
filled with poems,
away picking them...
Leave them over there,
God I need to burn
much more than i thought,
This is not even the tip
of a tongue,
that exposed itself
to that awe in language,
Where is the nude Fire,
of poets blazing now?
I don't know how to come
clean, my thought seems unreal,
Can I have your skin?
It's young and fresh,
like a new born daisy!
Your just eh! a bit mad?
I would gladly wear you,
With the courage to cast
a hook into the very
depth of your mind,
But most carefully...
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