Angeluciene Whandoor (fatima ex machina)

of course, I really

       didn’t know
he was this
animal,
he
       was
different
  he
         cared for my
       soul
   he was poor
and
  he grew
the
most beautiful flowers
    he
listened to me
    he came on
             a
      train journey that God
sent
                he talked to me,
      cared
      for me
when I was
sick
        I
        really
didn’t
know I only had to look

 

he is my reclustation, my island, in my walkednights and hellancoly he beaststay with me, he sad old yet he listel, wondeezing, beautif and I femselvestartled “I remembeast I sick I shook and ofreezingood!” oh I love him bruti’vivors animale, enormust’ve bin deep in the Turkish sea, my angelusive whandoor, my delancholancholing stat, my peace!

 

Fatima Lasay, Quezon City
Sunday, October 5, 2014

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