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Jul 2015
all the poetry of my bones
got up and left the room
this jellied state
could last for decades
and the Moon tells me
she will ride along side
until Sun up
has smashed through
all the windows
into the room
Written by
nivek
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     ---, --- and poetessa diabolica
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