Delirio
miss, even before
meet,
upset
underwear
deep in swampy hell
of myself,
looking, always
,
swirls
violent.
With the passing of time
,
that soothes the wounds,
indeed
vulgar,
sinks blades, sharpening
regret for the discrepancy
splashing
my face.
Loose
moorings,
silent
slides
horizon
cedendomi
uncertain tomorrow.
Giuseppe Romano 25/12/2010
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