Big changes are followed by small changes. I cling to the past, to things being the way they always were, but there are no cat steps anywhere to be heard and the week I don´t have Sam the apartment is full of silence. A strange silence, a silence I don´t know what to make of.
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green
Encounters
To all my fast encounters
With whom I lost a bit of my soul
Trying to squeeze love
From damp wrestlings of the flesh
Telling myself it was the only way
To feel alive, farewell.
I was content just listening
To your sorrows
And sucking a bit of your sap
Until I realised you´re green,
You´re as green
As an unripe cherry.
February 2016
SHADES OF MINT
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