Infenity Covett Poems

They'd meet at dusk above the city,
above the filth, above the wrath,
two gallant souls among the greedy,
so close as if they had one heart.
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You are not kind.

While others offer me flowers,
you bring me a loaf of bread.
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The sky was dark and with a haze
I walked along the coastline; green
with all the seaweed thrown out
as if the sea got sick
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'You know your lie left me a bruise,
and now you are obliged to choose,
it's me or him who leaves misused! '
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Your tongue is like an angry hammer.
You go and smash with it
the blossoms of the poem.
So ruthless,
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You say it is degrading.
Repulsive, you pray, utterly inappropriate.
What a disgrace, indeed it is,
to laugh and drink,
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