Yana Djin Poems

Very often logic is the movement in the wrong direction.
Nodar Djin
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let's go to bed
quiet
still
you lick my tears
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i woke up thought
of the dead.
closed my eyes
there was no dread
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when illusions burst
you freeze. stand still.
all you remember is how to loose.
and the feel of the noose
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Swallow
The hard knot of indifference
Swallow.
Wallow
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cold
infused with fear,
laws, rules
poisoning the fresh minds
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In that empty, dark room
the universe narrowed
to the nape of your neck
where I buried my face.
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