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Eyen F
Poems
Dec 2019
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I kick the dirt with my clicking shoes
to a tick-tacking racket;
spreading brown specs,
twelve, sixty there are.
Cherries begin to wrinkle,
they fall and look up to me,
charring, spitting pupils
and uneven irises of nothingness.
I counted each click
t'were three-hundred-and-sixty;
it took me a day
to jump and switch sides.
I saw long and thin lines,
odd and utterly mirroring drawings;
t'was today's midday
that someone had finally died.
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Eyen F
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