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Dec 2017 lirau

Thin soled

Dec 2017 lirau

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My soul
is getting older,
the nights are colder

and the soles
of these soft worn out
doe-skin boots are thinner

every day, way too thin
to keep the thought
of a frozen plot at bay.

Oct 2017 lirau

Nobody

Oct 2017 lirau

Raven

Nobody

What's to become of this
loneliness.
This excess and motionless
feeling of
What's to become of us two
Our thoughts stay static.