mercoledì 20 febbraio 2008
#6
I do not have hunger enough, as an ivy that is hanged
by the side of many things; I'm contracted
in that side of world that belongs to you;
and you, up there, a broken up
root that is asking me a bark.
possessing and removing are two layers of moss
that slowly are using up us.
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