tirsdag 17. februar 2015

There is no umbrella against the love that chews up and spits out---like a mouth: that grinds like a disaster.



There is no umbrella
against the world
the newspapers ruin each day
with the kind paper,
and this ink.
Disasters...
There is no umbrella
against time;
Time...


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