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Kind of

Before I please you
I kind of cry
and then, when you are pleased,
I kind of die
waiting for the next time
you�ll need to use my tears
for you to breath,
for me to stop breathing.

That�s how it feels
to love the dead
even when he is kind of alive,

like a head, cut off, from the voice and up
like a body, cut off, from the heart and up.
like a soul, cut off, from the feelings and up.

Kind of burning a wild-wood
that doesn�t have a land underneath its roots.

Written by Artemios

Published 2nd Jan 2017 | Edited 3rd Jan 2017

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Re. Kind of

Duende

2nd Jan 2017 4:50pm

Artemios, this is so painful yet so brilliant!

I don't even have the right words to describe how it made me feel...
Read it a few times and will read it some more...