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NRIKO
Poems
Jan 2018
the blood she was born with.
my lover, she baptized herself in blood;
my lover, she reeks, reeks of
everything the postman hasn't told her.
my lover, she baptized herself in blood;
my lover, she talks, talks of
life back in between waters and death.
my love, my love, my love,
wont let me sing a sonnet to her
before her body reeks of
fertilizers and plants i'll leave in
her jigsaw puzzle skull.
my lover, she reeks, reeks of
nostalgia i cant withstand.
my love, my love, my love.
my lover, she reeks, reeks of
her clothes at home i called death.
oh,
my Lover, she baptized herself in blood.
- eozyoh. 21.01.2018
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