It's a vicious circle
rotating around my sun
a black beast sheds its skin
to dramatize a façade,
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They call me a mad man's muse
a fact I am adapted to,
a lesbian, and why is a question
for maybe I haven't known
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Once in every five years
the blue ink tattoos
a foolish forefinger
for a promise pronounced
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The airport was a knight
in shining armour
that took me by hand
to lead me into shapes
...
My grandfather’s house
bears witness to the river’s anklets
drunk by its song
she entices paddy fields and dusty dribble
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Six years
I counted them as six minutes
or six lives
sixth was the day
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The crown prince
eyes the throne
with a celebrated name
etched on his forehead
...
I saw him
while he never looked,
like a prisoner on parole
I thought I found it
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