you gave me the truth: I'm a sold nothing,
an Amazon water [from church]
for 5 dollars — per bottle,
a plastic bowl with ice: just a miserable problems,
but perfectly frozen.
/don't touch me, don't trust me, don't love me/
my heart is a ramp, it's — “free landing” for
any sharp objects.
yes, honey, my sleeves and my veins
are planted with nettle.
/I'm broken, I'm broken, I'm broken/
I'm coming home all upset
every morning.
and every night I heard your voice
like a phantom
that absorbed my soul.
so, where is a salvation, dear lord?..
a sold nothing
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