Nov 3, 2014



it befalls sometimes,
like an angel I flutter through the sky
I open the door even before knocking -
cover my teeth before  the kick -
                                  .... just a little less often

in the country where they live on the hills,
and always carry, steal and spill around;
so tell them my dear ato
let them shut me down
                            if they have to

and where are you going, my dear ato,
head from one to another wall;
wish that I have some of your skull
and a little less

                   shame before you

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