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Wednesday, 10 October 2012

the beat, the heat


The beat only drops
when my heart fails
to see you for what you are.

In the light of a car beam
of eternal stars
of the future.

I lost track of counting
of how many times I died.
My broken back, my broken sentiment.

The rumbling continues
as sanity fades away.

It should be a warning,
a war drum.

I am hunter, I am prey;
I am lost.
Posted by lobke at 11:27 am

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