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In your presence
The whole world drops
Into the background noise,
Turned into silence
by the blink of your eyelids.
As you walk away
from my li..
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Poetry - a pure process of creation,
But is it art if it destroys instead?
Consequences laugh at my intensions
As I push my inspiration's clutching..
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You talk about not datingdue to the ethics problem.The irony of you makinga claim that it doesn't have toaffect her treatmentor grading, as youimpatie..
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I saw a “real man”melt on his wayto being clonedA captured butterflyRefused to turninto a stone.
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His instagram: a woman,Her buttocks shaking wildly,Slow motion, body zoom-in,Her face is barely seen.He smiles and looks at me.We share a passion. Now..
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Your exhale reflected from my eyelashesTouches wind on the other side of earth.The sun is sending me white flashesThat sound like radiating waves of y..
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In Lord of Grey, where raindrops glideFrom nascency to suicideWithout timidity or pride,Bridges will docilely sejoin,Allowing the icebreakers cutThe s..
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I can't forget the day I vowed:"This woman will be mine."Since then, you've occupiedMy writing website. GrabbingAt the rays of light, my sleepy mindKe..
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Like riding fake horses in amusement parks,
Illusions of control over mind and body parts
Of humans, cultures, societies,
Submit to the flow of con..
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You grade my soul in torturous ways,
Won't tell me if I passed or failed,
Then burden me with empty weight:
My home work is to sit and wait.
Pleas..
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