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High Time

What's the time?

Isn't it high time

Winter left at once?

Now wearing military boots

all those jackets, jumpers,

warm black socks and shoes.

Perhaps it refuses to leave

it denies its existence

maybe it's that time of the year

when you're just in a hurry.

Running away from the past

looking forward to burying

what was not supposed to happen.

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Sky

Morning breakfast, still brooding

about yesterday whilst constellations shine

during pitch black night, straight above us.

Aircrafts drawing sketches

bodies full of water and soul

outside, like a big bang

utterly deafening, not thinking clearly

totally unexpected, who cares anyway.

Years and years before humanity ruled

other organisms did coexist;

underrated, meaningless for others,

yet precious, by the world surrounded

Circled,we are aware.

260

Beetle

Time's running out

before and beneath me

fucking off, what I yearn for

becoming into a beetle

suddenly taking off

every time I feel too little

to fight any enormous war.

259

Talented

I am not actually talented

that term has never been present,

it has never crossed my mind

I do what I feel, I feel what I say.

Every sense of time and space

conjugated, translated into verses

eternal alumni, no professional light

but the sun in my eyes

the feelings bursting out

the ideas that come across

I am afraid and inspired, that's all.

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Message

                                                    Universes of saltwater

                                                    Oceans, yet thirsty, non-potable

                                                    You carry water to lend.

                                                    Everyone's just observing

                                                    Knives stabbing me from behind

                                                    I only drink from your flask

                                                    Lakes, some moisture at last.

                                                    Litres of precious liquid inside

                                                    Lesson learnt but enjoyed

                                                    I adored having boiled for you.

                                                   Typhoons between my breasts,

                                                   Soaked, all was worth it.

                                                   Impermeable, never above me.