Eleftheria Dom Poems

Is it always in the hearts of loners
to gaze outside the windows?

Is it because they long for a ray of sun between the blinds?
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I wrote you poems.
I spelled ''lust'' in every inch of your thirsty blood cell.
Keep your eyes closed, can you still see me?
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Black is the shadow that distinguishes
the living from the dead.
Black as a ripe berry,
ready to fall off the tree.
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