False pretenses
When false pretenses fades, and trickery has trickled as morphine in my drip. diluted in my blood — my veins subconsciously submissive; Invading mud, a landslide shades my retina my […]
Daily Archives: April 30, 2015
Nipping at the hard place
Bullets of your butterflies are hands beating at the fuse Your ants are wearing lions: as a march hare through the mill. Debase are kid gloves nipping at the hard […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 