Nagourta Poems

The hands come under the doorcrack.
The hands creep through the window.
The sunlight doesn't touch me.
The hands come and they touch me.
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All who dwell among us
They are but birds.
They are sometimes beautiful,
and sometimes happy.
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I am so tired, and so sad.
I never thought things could be so bad.
Suspended high above the earth,
Void of laughter and of mirth.
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I was born on a submarine
I only know what I'm told
About what I've never seen
About warmth and cold.
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He had always wandered whilst he slept,
Waking wherever he had walked.
Never had it taken him too far,
Often he went home drifting with the stars.
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