Two
TWO
there are always two
entering as animals
from the outer
pistons in motion
planting fans for
one another
burnt out brains
searching names
is it a heart…
a holocaust
or just a
flame?
to feel pain
for real …
just once again
I would die for
as a final
claim
© Kim van Breda—27 November 2015
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2015
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