White paper with Blue ink
Black in some places, I think.
scribbled words in a straight line
A thought that is solely mine.
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Why should you teach me
What you know?
Let me learn
What i do not know.
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He opens his eye
to see nothing;
No blue sky, no yellow sun.
His days are black
...
Sometimes when I am wandering
Through perfectly still nights
Awaiting the morning lights,
I think about you;
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A single caw flew across the trees,
Whispering its way through darkness.
I watched the pale light fall,
Upon barren branches and withered leaves
...
Past dusty streets and dusty streetlamps
Where bored shopkeepers stare at passersby lustily,
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She looked at me
With eyes still and deep
Like waters that ran
In distant and ancient
...
Images swim past delirious eyes
Moving, even when the sight is still
Through steady landscapes of green
That bob up and down when seen
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I was born naked
On a warm April afternoon
I fought my way through
A dark, watery womb that
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