Still Life with Onions
More faithful than your lying rose, no thorn will bite me, no promises are faked from petals dropped too soon, Your onion-kiss remains to linger on my lips; and with […]
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Estella
Beloved hated spinster. You bought me for a purpose, for the green hard pebbles of your eyes. For wishes of his death. For every death, you chained my heart, froze […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 