Madrason . Poems

The deepening and warm welcome
of a smile on the rim of death
it took my breath
nothing to hope
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Ik gluur, ik gluur
dwars door de tralies, muur
ik gluur, ik tuur
naar buiten wat
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At ten beaufort
I m trying to read
a newspaper
what am i looking for
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They say they found the culprit
that caused the accident
and it be put away
but I said no and nay
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How is it possible that coincidence met
that one tree in a miles-long road
and break all bones in their bodies
or just at that moment i wanted to jump
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At least that prick
tickles one
makes my skin
itch in the sun
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A mating Amazing
a coming together
of words and pictures
the crack on the the surface
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I bring death to Goodenough
the lawnmower of truly green
never gets to grow above
never stops that guillotine
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Norm the worm
is eating the clock
he grows thicker
day by day by day
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True art starts to sing
when you're lost for words!
Where lovers wont find
for love is blind
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