Dust scars.

Lubomír Tomik

Today I realized
what it must have been like for You and i know i'm a nice bitch,
let me quarter with horses,
the muscles tense until they burst in the Mongolian steppes and relax,
let the crowds of Marilyn march through me,
heels cut the skin into strips,
touch of misty foolish lips,
let me love to the brink of collapse
and always leave me again,
leave again
leave,
leav,
lea,
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