eigluk helemaal niet mijn stijl, maar leuk om te experimenteren...
You are beyond recognition.
Yet I recognise you.
I touch your clothes soaked in blood.
It doesn't feel the same.
Your legs lie in a strange position.
Broken legs I once felt around me.
Fingers who stroked my cheeks
now lie spasmodic on the pavement.
Your cracked skull with empty eyes stares at me.
They used to give me hope.
I liked your lips.
How they moved fluently when you talked.
I could stare at them for hours.
Now they are dry and hard.
It doesn't matter.
I forgive you.
I will walk off this edge
and follow you...
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the wheel is spinning, but the hamster's dead
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