Innocent inside the circle,
you reached nowhere.
Dirty hands on the knob
kept the century locked.
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Becoming myself, pricking the soles
staying alive, frozen, mistless eyes.
I bite my tongue,
chewing the forbidden peel of
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A dialogue with fear,
to end the thought,
was walking alone on the edge of death.
All the mercy of life was with it.
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Inside me, I take a turn.
By tightening the noose
hangman feels liberated.
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He refused to yield,
and the stars were burning hot.
Night was foggy, and the moon was hiding.
His white, shriveled hands
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The men were pulled out
from homes,
died on road,
burned to bones and ashes.
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In search of a missing clock
he went to the city of a fake encounter.
It was irrelevant to find
the lost tunnel.
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A dented version of an old grudge,
blackened lips with an elite song,
your relentless search ends in
a terminal shock, nursing a green wound.
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Anointment of any prefix was hurting
I started shedding the names.
To fill the void, dialogues were not sufficient.
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This terracotta urn
contains the ashes
of an earth-baked dream.
You worship the setting sun,
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