I can create
nomore
before
- a poet? -
I took two words in my head:
I put them together
I liked it,
and the stream
overflowed.
No matter how
to finish the poem.
Nowdays
- I thought -
you can't tell
when a poem stops flowing
when it has to stop.

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Then...
I dig in the paper
a bending blind road

I've been walking
for three hours
and stuck here
I've been.

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I beg your pardon
I don't wanna tell you anything,
I provoked you a couple of times that's enough.

What I had to tell you
I told,
what I had to get from you
I got.

We've got
nothing to say to
each other.

we can
only look at
each other

now.

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Experence it?

Blank head
nothing inside
blank page
beautiful baby,
milkwhite
(never sunbathing).

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It's gonna
rain.

I feel it in my shoes.

(Or it's me
pouring tears).

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Jump on me.

Kill me
and kill me again.

Don't leave me alone
alone with the stupids
alone with the deads
don't leave me alone.

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And I forget who I am
and what I did
this heart-quake
when how it happened
where I was
why didn't I run away?
why did I wait for
my heart to fall on me.
Fall on me,
SHE.

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It's october
november
who knows.

I know it's raining
it's raining hard,
and shortly before
it seemed a thin rain.
I am here,
sitting on the chair.

And
- to tell the thruth -
I'm writing to you
'cause I've nothing to do.

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I write
because
of my ache/itching hands.

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I asked you for an advise:
you gave me your life.

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To die
we're
clever.

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Released: Jennuary, 1998

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