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“Let’s mend the bridges – make it as before”, it’s said, it’s out and seconds sway; your eyes suspicious; silence spilled upon the floor in whisper as of ghosts, a […]
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Let’s mend the bridges
To let us dawdle- stay forever in our past please let my fingers race and nudge your nape and let the silver moonbeams slice the glass of windows as before, […]
When we had built a nest
Just like before our monsters bared their teeth in early dawn when we had built a nest of warmth, and like a butterfly you breathed and pressed a feline spine […]
Before the monsters
In tears of tears, a gem you saved till last when weight of wasted wedding bands, on hands are chalk and chills — my breath’s November brass in verdigris with […]
The tear of tears
Recalling sting of sudden words unsheathed the billowed darkness growing as the smoke of sentences, of claws and dragon’s teeth. Our home’s a battlefield, I wander cloaked among the ruins […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 