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The body snitches
Years: corridors.
Classrooms.
Refusal
A metallic hiss.
Coins in the skull
Thoughts grind.
Nothing clean
Blood:
a plunge
The wilderness screams
from inside the night
Seventy-seven dreams
that would not agree
Flush.
Shrug.
Slam
Echoed stairs
A forest not green.
A grave
The grey-headed woodpecker
keeps calling
Alive
enough?
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Written on 2026-02-02 at 09:53
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Body (IV)
The body snitches
Years: corridors.
Classrooms.
Refusal
A metallic hiss.
Coins in the skull
Thoughts grind.
Nothing clean
Blood:
a plunge
The wilderness screams
from inside the night
Seventy-seven dreams
that would not agree
Flush.
Shrug.
Slam
Echoed stairs
A forest not green.
A grave
The grey-headed woodpecker
keeps calling
Alive
enough?
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Written on 2026-02-02 at 09:53
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