One stroke past
straight ahead on the line
Blackness sharpens distance
Limbs are numb
Give me bass
Give me a smile
Bleached
The varnish rubs the skin
Sand me
Make me loud
Cold is the wall
Bare your eyes
Stare at nothing
Past the line
DU LIEST GERADE
ADDICT
PoëzieHe said he's a Junky An addict of Love Yet he hates my French kisses The most Cause they don't taste like the xannys and coke -Eden English and German poems of Love Drugs and Addicts
