28.1.10

Antichrist?

Don't give me the words, I will take them out from your mouth
with your lips, your tongue and your unperfect teeth
Your nose, your ears and your blue eyes
Your eyebrows, your cheeks and your dark, dark hair

I threw those words up
"Love" they say
You wonder what it is.

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