Ina Waltz
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The unsayableA Poem by Ina WaltzSloppy movement of my boneson your oh-so-fragile skinconducting wires through my fingerslike you've never done it beforechallenging organs to obey you.. |
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Down the drainA Poem by Ina WaltzTrying to mix the act of suicide with the act of pouring cold tea down the drain; such a waste in both cases. |
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WaterfallA Poem by Ina WaltzI'm tired and should probably go to sleep, but this came from my tiredness. I'll see how I feel about it in the morning. haha |
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Silver and goldA Poem by Ina WaltzI feel like this would be a nice nursery rhyme :') |
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Art of usA Poem by Ina WaltzBodies surrounded by colours Framed with wooden boards We became a masterpiece |
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After midnightA Poem by Ina WaltzImumbleher name You pretend it is yours Choking on gasps of pleasureExtinguishing the flame I know that you feel How deep she is.. |
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Language of painA Poem by Ina WaltzI clenched my fist while holding my tongue with dirty fingers I pressed too hard and turned it into soft red dust I could not tell you about m.. |
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Perfect strangersA Poem by Ina WaltzI try not to think about all the people I see around me, but somehow I alwaysend up doing exactly that.Every person that passes me by,for a moment,b.. |
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