25.vi.21
540
2.173
hibernants
crept upon
anaesthetic, far
snug friending huchwise
why get up?
it is the flightless time
cuddle in close, my Oblomov
be more than you are to me
past love…
nights everyone sleeps
at peril
day too
guard down
[that’s when you’re
eaten or else digest]
risk of a ship
nothing rhymes after
vampires and hive dark
you meet the gods
by means of resemblance
the bear in its lair
is bigger than fear
the dream is larger
than life
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