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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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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Reaper 129 and France 0

Apostles of Belenus signatured tall, Eye-filling on European green lands; Lamenting today, Hunched back; Yet again on another doomed foreplay. This end-game whistled friendlier this time, As life dribbled few…
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