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Split my heart, go on, split;
See all the things in it.
There are those who mock us
Among this populace.

This road is full of traps:
It's too long, with huge laps;
Blocks on it leave no gaps;
It leads to deep waters.

On this road we depart
With true love in each heart,
But they set us apart
Now our exile tortures.

Let those who really dare
Step into the ring where
The champions don't care
If life ends or endures.

Yunus feels no craving
To step into that ring
Where the real heroes bring
Before us their full force.
6 is the absence of anything.. a hole, a chasm
numbers as colours.

Where is your number
2 is the drifter
a clap of thunder.

6 is the absence of anything.. a hole, a chasm,
like a black hole
9 is riding too close to my bumper
surrounded
9's all around.
Its 3 am in
Albuquerque
just pass noon in
Soweto
I know no soul there
no soul knows I am here
light years apart
in more ways
than one
Its 3 am in
Albuquerque
just pass noon in
Soweto
A non matter of time.
It wasn’t me
I was still dead

When you thought you did not see me fall
It was because I hadn’t gotten here/ it was because  I was not here yet
I was eager to ****

Enough data to enjoy vicariously with strangers

A thousand sites to choose from

Decadence at my door step

No act a misconduct

I was ready to ****

But I wrote a poem instead .
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