Stethoscope always hanging
Around the handle-lock
Of a rusty-broken cupboard
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Today
Is your Birthday
But it’s not the only day
You were born
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Wind blowing half heartedly
in the woods of skinny trees
Socrates and Descartes
occupying my illogical mind
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Eat my little dream
Like a forbidden fruit
And tell me
How it tastes like?
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Ignorance
Should flow in my head
As I’ve known nothing
Still
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You think for hours,
Still unable to write;
A mesmerizing poem,
A word of hope,
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Psychedelic smoke
Rising in the backstreet of my shallow mind
Kiss my lips
With one more puff of your feverish wit
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When I asked her
A complicated question
Her scorching silence
Burnt me to ashes
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Brown faces turning to a beam of dim light
Being crushed by the feet of walking Sun
Like an old mill making the off-white flour
From whole grains of
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Love is not an enduring emotion
Love is not an infinite passion
Love is not related to the heart beats
Love is not about dreams and trances
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