Fastening - Notches Poem by Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar

they are cutting themselves, as zipper,
like this man, when he see me

he is starting from - good day,
and then, of already, cutting only...

small stammering, for as far as me sorrow,
when I am looking at remains

after the morning toilet, and shaving off,
paste still in corners.

and this smelling water, kind of
well-known about - brute, supposedly.

after all other. so interesting,
as visible rose-colour

of cheekbones. painted
with my look through...

... I will set in new... or buttons...