woensdag 1 maart 2017

The point of square


the dark
middle of my world, Somewhere in twilight
no more trespassing my lands, betrothed
no king, soldier
any children of men.

I'll freeze over, curse
each and every who tries

don't patronize
sweet sour words are poison, 
your dead, cold and I'm freezing

closely watch out your window 
on bitter rainy days, sometimes I'm not

far away

...❄️...

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