marți, 14 iunie 2016

I’ve never could watch

face of the black man.
the black man was leaving in every window
and I was feeling
braking the sky in
his eyes of crystal
I was trembling
trying to spin the key
in the lock
behind me
the doors was crackling
gnashing coughing
like sick house
my father was
in his carriage
of the sky
was reflecting
angels with wings were gathering
at hands and legs
come on he told me you
never or now

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