Use Me

where is the center?

dead edges

are all

that is left,

come,

let us leave now,

returning

to better times

with bright golden laughter

buried deep

among the gentle copulations

and quiet whispers;

listen closely,

do you hear it now,

do you fear it now,

is it all ……… clear;

now?

it is still there

waiting until the end

far below the naked sun,

burning out of control,

plunging out of sight,

disappearing

into the cool Scandinavian night;

desperation

in desperate times

make for desperate

cries of help;

take me,

use me,

abuse me,

hurt me;

then leave me

alone.

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