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BUN-BUN Jul 27
The delicate flower.
Suffocating in the snow.
No birds to fill the silence.
no song, no sounds, it’s cold.
Where did all the other flowers go?
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BUN-BUN Sep 1
Glc
The clock ticks.
Arms snapping like twigs.
Like plastic.
I can’t bear to watch.

Medicine.
Three times a day.
Faces.
You rot in your bed.

The needle.
Tears a hole.

The tube.
Down your throat.
BUN-BUN Aug 1
I can’t write a poem today.

The sun is shining.
Glorious, warm rays of light.
It’s too bright.
BUN-BUN Jul 28
From my bedroom, I see.
Lovers.
Entangled. Sweet.
The sight
makes me sick.
BUN-BUN Sep 1
A rock.
Looks out.
Waters flow and fade.
Fishes swim here and away.
Birds gather and cry.
Flowers bloom and die.
It envies.
Forever.
And ever.
And ever.
And ever.
And ever.
And ever.
And ever.
And ever.
BUN-BUN Aug 6
Blood.
Seeping into skin, staining bones.

— The End —