The picture I would like to replace
burns from wall to wall and I can’t face
any other smell, no matter how sweet.
Without thinking twice I break the reed
in two.
It has been quite a while.
Your eyes are radiant and I’ll
soon find the source, like the victim
measuring the lenght of the blade in
his chest.
Having too much time to kill
I’m waiting fearfully until
the bullet will hit the core.
Leaving me searching frantically for
oblivion.
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