we’re lonely in our cubicles – #lqw wordle
the dread of autumn’s tungsten dearth its rotting shrouds that fructify nefarious booze, to drunken mirth with lies of blissful apple-pies we sashay to its threnodies and warm our hands […]
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with you
The rites of you, my demimonde is like a shining candle for my gray asylum walls there are oranges in your voice and in your gait the lure of Africa […]
My unwritten manuscripts – Sunday Whirl
I looked straight into those limitless eyes falling soundlessly bending to her ways but as the dusty lane through the grain-field ends she parts – smilingly walking east I walk […]
The wishful thoughts of Gordon Pym – a sonnet
Your porcelain habit left with visions split between the wishful thoughts of Gordon Pym and pimple scars that leave precision pits Now drink to fortunes of the gorgons grim Then […]
To branch our souls
at first you said you’d never leave we speak of cancer as we thieve but beastly few release from truth and cheat in beading to your youth become a channel […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 