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Nov 21
remember,c,how we chanted
that poem-i do not-because i
choose not to..

the second part went
surreal and beyond
but i still have it
and guess what
there is a crushed flower..

but the first lines ran
i do not know if the world
has lied-i have lied..

an interesting start
and then-i do not know
if the world has conspired
against love- i have conspired
against love..

the daffodils blazed away..
the tractors ground by..
then,the atmosphere of torture is
no comfort-

i have tortured-
like the world is ok
but i am not..
now,i am ok and the world
is not..lol..donΒ΄t know what

happened..but the next lines
had me glugging wine-listen,
even without the mushroom cloud
still i would have hated-
my memory fades..

i will not be held under the
cold tap of facts-i refuse the universal alibi..
i think thatΒ΄s right..
i try to avoid the book..
i stole it from newmarket library
have i not paid..


ii

the second part made no sense really
to me so i kept it to myself
you would understand
no doubt in a blink of those yellow flecks
but it went something like

like a telephone kiosk past at
night and remembered
like the mirrors of a movie palace lobby
consulted only on the way out
like a nyphomaniac that binds a thousand
into a strange brother hood
some thing..i wait for each of you to confess-effed up somewhere
no doubt..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
20
   Imran Islam
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