Coffee & ExorcismsVladivostok III
Fears unleashed & wicked wounds,
dread, blues, grief.
White wine dripping on your cheek.
Dourly glances, darkly eyes,
will they come along our path?
Logic minds with too much time,
seeing . phantoms in the sun,
drawing nightmares on fresh milk,
riding rabbits in deep sea.
Coffee grounds could testify
there’s no cause to such mistrust.
shadows, clouds, trash, WASHED!
Gone, bygone like dusty air,
years ‘n days before you came.
Seok4
Ps: anyway… why did you take so long?
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Mysterious shadows
are passing by,
fly in the eye,
spot in the glass,
let cure the scares,
time will leak our ancient wounds.
No fears to feel
nor griefs or cliffs between you and I.
‘Cause thrill
still there,
playing mandolin
on my skin
sculpting our bodies in the moonlight,
dancing with the echo
of our hidden voices deep in the dark.
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