A Humdinger Sea

January 19, 2010
Zero cubes half of hair and of silence
Dragging down my back standing off my spine

But now my nose was starving from the planets
That hardness isn’t so after all back that softness

A but that was new to silence not often
Silences firstly from the rudeness of the new America

But a hate from disfiguring a novel
Every hair was shown without plant coals.

My hair was different than a weed out of the fire calm
I get this form from your death the newborns hated

Those stars were frowning as we remained still here on land
You after a while remain real and true

Which hell was it that you leave alone from so short a distance
I cannot be found later and appear

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