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A Pedophilic Affair
Soundtrack for the poem: Someofw — Deep deep down “Thoughts”
I am in love with time. Faith.
You can’t stop me. Death.
I’m in love with young life. Yet, breatholding time, now breathless.
Please don’t judge me, I fall for icebergs.
My emotions are hanging like overused rags, in here nothing dries not even old laundry. Not even old self.
Too cold to be continued, stagnancy is the ultimate stability.
Please don’t fix me, I am locked in between the second and the minute. The power of knots. Frozen frame. Lockdown in opposite heaven.
Tick tock, on the tip of its toes, time tries to let me go.. as we drift along the Nordic seas, 4 degrees, the most densed form of any liquids, my blood is thick and barely flow. Salty frozen eyelids, I stare in awe.
Hide tides, no ties. I remain on rockbottom. Low tides, surfaced to encounter the black sun, it’s eternal winter.
Uknown temporary islands of bitter future, I rather stay here and cling to this untouched piece; A virgo, a virgin, many things but not yours. This is how it goes, it doesn’t. No tempo nor tampons;
Keep bleeding, impossible whitening, impossible hiding — You cut me open.
This seemingly ecstatic peace, a quiet moment on the scale…
