My maimed heart
When midnight moonlight spills its river in our lake where from your arrow, freshly picked from Cupid’s quiver maimed my heart and tainted marrow infected with your lust and burning. […]
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No gills
Down below it’s never silent, but I cannot hear them singing. The clear surface is a barrier for mockery Bullies don’t have gills. But neither have I… with aching lungs […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 