En Sludder om Vejret

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  • Publiceret: 6 jul. 2018
  • Opdateret: 21 aug. 2018
  • Status: Igang
Jeg sidder i en gyngestol under solen og skriver meningsløs poesi, fordi jeg ønsker at fylde mere end mine 174 centimeter.

-- En blanding af digte, knækprosa og mine fucked-up noter om samfundet, håbløs kærlighed og en verden, jeg ikke engang selv kan forstå --

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5. Five


I want to bite your face
swallow your curls down my throat

I want to wrinkle your torso around my neck
eat your eyeballs like it was dessert

I want to tear your lungs apart
while you're breathing all your air on me

I want to drink your blood for breakfeast 
swim in your beautiful blue veins at sundown

I want to kiss your beating heart
sleep on it like it was a pillow

I want to dive into your working brain
stuff your memory cells with all of me

I want to be a part of all your anatomy
inside out and outside in

Even though it's tearing us apart

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