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A Stupid Poem I Wrote.Bake your cake, / Look outside the window, / A sun is burning for you, / Impatiently hot, / "Ah, com
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The Death Of All SorrowsMrs. Dolores sat on the armchair in her balcony, / A cigarette burning in the ashtray, / A tattered
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A Sun And A MoonThey still meet, / In stolen crevices of time; / Devoid of their glory, / He kisses her scars, / She
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In The World We Live [poem 3]In the dead of the night, / She'd sit on the railings of that bridge / And watch the citylights slee
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In The World We Live [poem 2]Every morning she goes / Into the woods, picking twigs for / Fire and small flowers for her tiara.
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The Perpetual MachineI had ditched my slippers, / Useless and heavy as they were, / Full of beach sand, dragging me behin
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The Last Man Of FaithThey see a man, wearing saffron, / Sitting alone in the varendah of a broken temple; / I, along with
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Of MenIt was my birthday when I killed a man, / Shot him with a Kalashnikov as he was running away. / The
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The Reaction To My ConfessionThe reaction to my confession was a singular one, / Odd, even. / For a moment, just a fleeting one,
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What Truth I SeeI was born at the midnight / On a stormy twenty second of April. / But I couldn't see the storm, / O
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