Bad ways

I am the last one
Surviving
And I do not
Have any kin
Alone and lonely
I stick to my sin
And that
Is ok
I belief
I long for
Redemption
That will
Never come
I long for release
Of my old
Bad existence
In universe
I am kinky
And
Perverted
The scientist
All agree
But I love
You the way
The way
You work
And this is the end
And that is the good
Way of receiving
The recipe

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I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts

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Posted in #blogg100, March 2014, Poem, Poetry

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