Gengis Capote Poems

Maybe is humor
Who
Laughs now.
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Death is gizmo
making life
as speed of sound.
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Her flawless curvatures
is price enough to gaze
in amazement.
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Was on a night as this
Papa carve me a new heart
knife would carve meticulously
emancipating to atmosphere
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serendipity blue

is the ocean in her eyes
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Is there a muse in thee house of shame
ov kinder spirited fire
long-lockets ov black hair
breasted armors for chest
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O' Macbeth
My sweet Macbeth
have thou gone the great passage?
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Wearing these shredded garments of happiness,
I journey into the abyss.
Dragging each step to suffer more-
Learning to sustain my final burn.
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Subdue by the seat of obsession
I travel by chauffeur car.
Ever so often viewing the sites through glossy eyes,
colors change and in all the shapes i see her face...
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