Someone New

Someone New Nine months pine to finally lay on cliffs Left hand on her waist gaits stiff His ceremonial orchestra waits for the first cry Days so many sleepless nights,…
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Faded

  I am faded The last image of humanity before armageddon With my substantial bag of insults Licking everyone’s feet, lost in my echoes I do not have a room…
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An Old Monk

A bud is plucked before could bloom, Friendly four corners snore of this room; What lives when that dies in whom, Leftover moist ashes of last monsoon. How whole about…
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