My sweetest breakfast

Geïnspireerd door ‘Runaway Bride’ over eenzaamheid omdat je niet jezelf kon zijn in een relatie, liefs Krage

Lost
how I want my sweetest breakfast

Dancing egg yolk with butter air
crumbled on a black moon

chunky corn with soft icebergs
which grinds between my white teeth

sticky cheese between smoked bread slices
in sauce with color of love

I am lost
when I sit down with him for breakfast

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