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Poems by Inchiki
Bullet
of course i want you
if i didn't want you i wouldn't be writing piss
so get this down your throat
i dream
we are bathed
in bruises
i dream of us
all mutilated
our bodies
dancing listless
to the clap of waves
i don't even care
i wasn't there i mean i walked away from the scene
this is war this is what happens
i already had the next magazine out
on the train
the man beside me was lighting up
we all have to be ready for the bullet when it comes
i got it sooner than you
i'm not the one you knew
