segunda-feira, 24 de maio de 2010

OBSEQUIES

My head is a bomb
I cut my neck off to save my body
My legs know where to go
My arms know what they should ask for

Leave me alone

I shall walk at my funeral
In a bag the debris from the explosion

I can’t see if you have come
I sense your smell as always
But I don’t know if that’s you

It doesn’t matter
This grave is not tearing us apart
Love is

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