Thursday, February 02, 2017

Lilies

Lilies.Poisonous beautiful.Your words
Weaving a spider web
in which I die intricately,slowly and silently
Suspending in the air
my dark body floats
witnessing my inevitable death symbolically
in this real world
Opium is your nature
Reaching the solid ground
My numerous legs dwelling in fiction
where I breathe
surrealistically...mysteriously
I am François, a blank lover

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