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tisdag, oktober 22

From the top of the flight of the wide white stairs

And darling,
we will be fine
but what was once yours and mine appears to me
a sand castle
that the jibbering wave takes.

But, if it's all just the same then will you 
say my name
say my name in the morning
so that i know 
when the wave breaks.

I wasn't born of a whistle 
or milked from a thistle at twilight
no, i was all horns and thorns sprung out fully formed
knock-kneed and upright
so, enough of this terror!
we deserve to know light and grow evermore lighter and lighter
you would have seen me through
but I could not undo that desire.

Oh, desire.


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