Allow Me to Spit

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Allow Me to Spit

A Conversation With the Sense
Glass Wave
Allow Me to Spit
Chewers of Time
Prostitution
* * *

The cold awaits attack beneath my feet
it slowly digs away at me
Only he freezes me
before my glance
before my touch
in a glass vessel
of my miraculous self
He who does not know who I am
and who I am not
frozen and once again created
In a glass wave that
Is unable to be broken!

AuthorLidija V. Kekenovska
2018-08-21T17:24:05+00:00 April 1st, 1998|Categories: Blesok no. 02, Poetry|0 Comments