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Scaled feet tap dance on the asphalt The rhythm lost in the folds of the city noise Your tail feather kisses burning cement Once Twice -thrice You intently peck Your black and white coat In this lake of neon colors... Continue Reading →

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https://twitter.com/jeresi_ish/status/897067004779261952 Source: Milk white. The sound of this beginning is alien music to my ears. Its hope, it's the joy of winning. It's the sound made by a budding flower heralding the beginning of pain exiting. The sound of this... Continue Reading →

They might poke They might prod Be calmer Than the ripples

They cry "beautiful, beautiful” And I cringe Grateful for myopia As I tighten my turban Who dare calls a thing so imperfect Beautiful?

I was told fire can be friend or foe At times it consumes you beautifully Yet it obliterates you completely The next day.

a little blood is still blood

Life is a big 'ole house

as the biting winds spared not our skins and taunting crowds ruffled our emotions

"It takes precious to know precious",you said

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