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Stockholm Central Station

Sitting in the grand hall
of the Stockholm Central Station
at 9.30 PM
waiting for my northbound train,
I imagine the people's skeletons,
and suddenly they all turn into scorpions,
making out to be humans,
with clothes and all,
posing as men and women, boys and girls,
hobos, drunks,
sleepy whores and sportsmen


Anyone may pull out a gun
or offer me a body

It's a reckless place of waste

Dead people pass, and not yet born,
identifying with each other

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Publicerad 2021-06-19 22:31

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