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Take this infestation
and
Lay it out upon the table
you
Must tidy the maggots
as
I walk away
i
Will not take care
of
That which has
been
Placed heavy on
my
Burdens; it is
your
Troubled dark soul
that
Hovered atop my
head
There you go again, rushing to blame me for falling
Forgetting that It's your magical beauty that tripped me
Truth is life
Life is flower
Dew is you
Fragrance is smile
that goes to the last mile
Zik Poetry
I can't change
departure into arrival
or vice versa
I find myself
to do one thing
I can feel affection
ZIK POETRY
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