When the battle lines were drawn,
the only mandate
for the human torpedo was to blow up
the silence of time.
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Spark of libido was doused
in golden dust.
Let the darkness decide
the ascension of ice.
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Out of the cleft lip comes
a muffled voice
on the turn of events,
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If you walk straight under the
shadow of moon, to the salt lake
death will blow a long whistle.
Everything was ruined in war of words.
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Today I want to take a lethal dose
of black lips, confronting the killer on
contract. Time dithers to escort. May be
a cold-blooded murder of a handful of
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Always working out the territory
to find out the limits on the right
to live or die. Why not to get
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Sadness was invading my wounds. Again
I will dip my fingers in bleeding heart
to write a new poem.
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Sound of footfalls was drawing near;
the tiger has been set free.
In the wild landscape you need
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In mangled bodies
and severed limbs,
the blood gives up its claim.
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I was ready to board the ship
laden with terror on mortal waves.
The patriarch was dying inside
the sleeve of hidden rocks.
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