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Places that is empty now

Have been filled with so long absence

No more nothingness but a tight rebellion on emptiness

This is a grunge garage mind

Cold as  spring Mediterranean Sea

And outdoor rope whipping to my back

With your hidden arabesque and deposits of true withdrawals

Goodbye my angel, goodbye my own

The accompany of paper..goodbye the intense heart of mine

I am buried in you, dead in you

The dead, the missing and the numb

Under one hypnotic hustle

Goodbye what is mine

Welcome one..

Pugnacious pedagogy

Peeling  your skin off your face would maybe give

A certain importunate feel

But once I do it, I will see your fat face

Firmly driven to somewhere oh so  vain

Compensating with mystery and pain

Giving physical damage may save my own  sanity..