The letter
Don't cut my fingers off,I still want to write.
Write that letter of
confusion.
You took my pen,
and I cut my finger,
and wrote a letter off anger.
Till you hit me in the head.
You took my consciousness,
and I finished my letter
off confusion and anger.
In my sick and peculiar dream .
Poetry by Calle
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Written on 2005-11-15 at 21:20
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