Something impossible would happen.
Truth was too much to operate,
life was easy with fakes.
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For a desolatory trident
I was feeding my anger.
I could not do it, sell
myself for punitive lenses of my calculus.
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Tonight sleep was not coming to me.
Tears had washed the splinters out of the bruised eyes.
It was becoming extremely hard to pulversize
the legacy, the tendrils of violence.
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Standing on a hump,
a chilled remorselessness
of a shadow trauma climbs out of a sealed
grotto of infinity
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A missile in the home,
what they have done?
You are on flames.
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Wrigglers dripped again
from hidden heights. The red river changed
its course furiously. The wave climbers
abseiled from a lethal boat
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He did not want anything
after the sex and death of a protagonist.
Rebuffed and sliced through the body,
the onus was left on toxic mix.
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In search of peace
the free hand was inflicting casualities.
The kids were buried like insects in a rubble.
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Tell me about the bluetoothed man,
of his stark naked truth, in toe
for a brief pause. The toll was mounting.
The tallest fraud of chilling facts. The city of
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