THOSE THINGS DONE AND NOT talked about
a few drops of blood shared underneath the words
the slashes hidden under our mutual cloth
gestures we wont recall but keep deep as fire
the looming death and its silent call
a song with no score but the tune does exist
the lyrics unsaid go "who will kill the other ? "
a little too much hardness in that grip
screams slightly lower than normal humans' larynxes
produce
everytime spooned into eyeless twins
look ahead into the END OF US
RIGHT THROUGH ONE ANOTHER


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words WOLF
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