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 […]
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Nipping at the hard place
Bullets of your butterfliesare hands beating at the fuseYour ants are wearing lions:as a march hare through the mill. Debase are kid glovesnipping at the hard placeof my gilded ball-park.My […]
Yellow zealots
Addicted Brutus: Caesar dying extracting fingernails, gruesome interaction jailer kindle mourners: nurture open pledge: questioning rightness Somber torture: underestimating vices Wet xeroma – yellow zealots! This brought up the number […]
My beating heart
The way the wine you offer me can touch my heart, is that your gaze, your feline smile a spell, or just a spill of foxglove in my wine? Magaly […]
The smell of gambas al Ajillo
The smell of tapas on la Rambla takes me back a thousand weeks I feel your skin as dewdrops on my glass Your hair as raven wings Your hand had […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 