by Anna Olivia Böke, 2014-2017


When contentedness got a hold of me

and reached its’ final level

supernova flashed my face

with a smile impossible to hold

this is the final revel


red wine flood surging my shirt

I ran when it was wrong

stood when it was all gone

so I took off the world


The touch of a cold velvet hand

floating my feet


I get lost on repeat

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