NounA Poem by AbhraOften out of the blue I am driven to populate a list, like Herat, of things you cannot take from me. You bloom like Genghis and its citizens like spiders. traveling far.. nomads in the inner shadows the gatherers of oblivion and like the sudden dew of dawn I decide that I am the Khan in their escape razing them in the ruins of unblemished paper Sack and siege until all verbs surrender their claims to action. © 2015 AbhraReviews
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Added on November 16, 2015Last Updated on November 16, 2015 Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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