Trafika Europe 9/10 - UK in Europe

seven poems

everything that buries the past - ruins of others, the mute slime without having a way to dredge; and the flow’s expansion and our failure to meet. Despite the great apnea, the immense draining, wreckages cross and obstructed the tunnel serpents and surrounds I should have tried flying however I lacked balance; I should have opted for rapture but I knew no prayers; I didn’t have the word to save, the password that consecrates and exonerates;

I had only this body to enter and an insolent tact to open.

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