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rimmalonna
Little book
of poems

there’s always a story behind

English poetry

You can always hide a little bit

Behind a foreign language as I did

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I need a table with columns and rows

to help me

put the thoughts in where they belong

Anywhere, please

But not in my head

The noise is so loud I can’t go to bed

***

When I was a girl

I travelled the world

Searching for something

Searching for something

that nobody knows

Some time has passed

I feel like I’m lost

Needing somebody

Needing somebody

Who was in the past

Life brings you surprises

Let’s find where sunrise is

Guess who’s the wisest?

Let them be.

I ain’t getting better

Wrote you that letter

I thought it would rescue me,

I knew it could have rescued me

***

one or two fingers

touching me

forwards and backwards

multiple orgasms

are the ultimate words

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When all the strings inside you break

And no one knows what you’re going through

There’s so much pain for one to take

I wish that one could give you a hug or two

So much metaphorical dirt and mud

You were my precious Achilles heel

After all these exes had sucked my blood

I put my favorite song and took a pill

They keep asking why

and where I’ve been

what time is it?

I say: kill me o’clock

I’m good with Irish goodbye

Please, don’t make a scene

and later we’ll see

who’s gonna rock

Listening to you song, drowning in your arms

It’s been a long time, long, since I played the drums

It’s been a hard time, hard, since you set me free

I didn’t see it coming and now I can’t breathe