I
With your tongue filled with sores, your lies spread forth like a bomb.
With your blabbing throat, terror echoes on like a war on my coast.
A promise of an imaginary world, my soul longs on like a rod.
...
.
Time is the unit of measure,
And the clock begins to tick again.
With enough time to fix my errors,
...
.
In the wake of the 6th day of the 9th moon,
The hen barks and dog crows,
Sun in the night and moon in the day,
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BUTTERFLIES
At the crest and its lowest part
We've been together.
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I
I have heard tales and experiences,
I have encountered plays and replays,
Delved into the realm of staying alive and game over,
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I
Relax, and read the lyrics of this poem,
Sip your wine and feel the diction in its realm,
Be not afraid of the fear of unknown realm,
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I
At the well of my muse,
To put my pen in line for lyrics against you,
Yet you provided me suitable dictions despite my intention,
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