Her throat is a kitchen.
Im kissing a wall. Im kissing a wall. Im kissing a wall.

The Palinode of

in childhood his icecream had been eaten by a small red dog.

She liked to suck on words
Secret. Roots.
She roots.

Death begins:
He chained himself to the bed
Feeding hope Wearing white pants The cock and the Cross.

The room white with light

Poetry by Ghost of Heino
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Written on 2015-09-16 at 20:39

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