Fists – triolet
He’s lacking words and has no tears and talks possession with his fists he finds the power of her fear he’s lacking words and has no tears On knees she […]
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His father’s fists – Ligo Haibun
The snow arrived early and stuck to his eye-lashes with the cold bitterness of tears he was unable to produce. He had gained weight and stopped caring for himself, but […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 