Dauntless Aberrants Poems

I saunter.
The same long road,
Tarred or otherwise.
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Under the shroud of those sagged eyes
Tears too were crying
In the wheeze of his spirited breath
Even life was dying
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I want to be......
Like the one i used to be.

I culled, beguiled....
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Abhorred and yet picked by the same,
Unchaste, lecherous & prurient, Am I? ,
I ask the mighty mirror.
Shameless & reflective, she too shies away.
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Its an elephant I said
No, its a dog they said
or was it mighty dragon,
that swallows away the sun?
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