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by [Brady ]

2017-02-09  |     | 

Sometimes, I feel
an unknown plenitude,
like a sun bursting
in another less,
and the time pushed on trees
with car headlamps,
it stops.

I jump to my neck
with a knife,
and only a bushy shadow
perceives the shift
between good and evil.

You are into me
as a seed that cracks,
and then, invasion.

I need for a fecund death,
so, I am cleaning
my mind.
No broken nights,
No clew days,
No life without love.

Sometimes, I feel
an unbelievable plenitude,
when I am digging
into me,
like in a good ground.

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