#k.christoph

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[karl-christoph]

Dreams, nightmares.

Sometime’s they’re the same.

[karl-christoph]

[karl-christoph]

[karl-christoph]

Don’t set yourself free,

find a nice 3x3 with a lock,

five minutes from the bottlo.

Instead of seeing the world,

listen in from the rafters;

watch love from the branches,

as those who you knew

don’t care, don’t check

or when they come; just wreck.

Then disappear, without you.

Get married without you,

start lives, without you.

Find brides, think twice.

If they can invite you.

Thank god for the virtue,

That four walls can give you.

So you can question and question

the endings like new wounds.

Yet it always whittles down to

“What the fuck did I do?”

|Deadset - what was it?|

Standing on a freshly whittled stick.

In a 3x3 with a lock.

Five minutes from the bottlo.

Telling myself not to set myself free.

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