life., love.

Fridge.

Do I look a broken ghost?

My soft worries decay the sky.

I bring only questions,
poetry and words.

Hands are poison.
Breath clouds of smoke. Miss her kiss.
Live on it.

Cold desire surrounds and haunts me

Never trust a lingering smile,
a blue angel.

Prisoner of your own heart.

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Agitation of hands. Strength of words.