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WASTED.

The spittle from a garlic-dominated mouth stinks as skunk,But it was given a chance to see beyond the fence of teeth and decks aboveUntil it decided what to do with its life- to sink and dry up.You are no spittle,No skunk.You are but…
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LOVE TRANSFORMS?

Evil speaks:The deep black hollows are my homes -Glued to me are lamps radiating malevolence.I am as hostile as the black mamba,More wicked than the pot-bellied politicians you see.Good speaks:I come from the wide horizon of good,On…
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MY FATHER’S LAST DOG.

In his old age, Lion had now become more human than animal. He had long cast off his dogly life; he did not mate about in the open field or urinate randomly as ill-cultured dogs do. He had, above all, honourably taken to complete celibacy.…
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WE ARE BARREN.

In our hutWith our lips in an inseparable unison,We sang dirges alone...Tears fled in our eyes,Thus chaining our feet.If death could come,We could have gladlyembraced him with our hands...Hark!To the gods that hears us;The sun that frowned…
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WE SURVIVED!

Yes! We came out live.When you see father,Say to him;iThose fingerlingsHe abandoned in life's oceanAre now sharks living to be emulated.iiThose stones he threw towards momAre now mansionsBeautiful as paradise.iiiThose emotions he enveloped…
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HOW TO DIE.

Today I asked father how to die.He led the way to the shade behind the houseWith a red scarf strapped around his neckAnd a chewing stick finding freedom in his mouth,Then he said;Son, to die,iLoud the peace painted within the walls of your…
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JUNK YARD

A heap of once a time goodies-The smell of fresh ware house productsAnd the look of new dresses and possessables.What used to be my favorite,I traded with a vacuum at home.It's at the junk yard now, decaying away.They cost a fortune, the…
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