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11 oct 2018, Chairs & Coffee

Updated: Oct 25, 2018

Long black.


it starts in my head

it howls as it gets born

in my eyes, fingers,

in my skin

it's this unstoppable thirst

not to be left behind

by all that's left to try and taste and dream and leave

it climbs out of my mouth

a war declaration

in a language I don't understand

anymore

it makes me get up and run

I'm restless

I'm too young

to not have lived it all.