A Cactus Poem by Faisal Khalil
A Cactus
The game became
old
The candle,
the wick,
the tallow,
and the oxygen
All are
stolen goods
Now,your wheels on railroad;
encountering the angle of attack
The wanted is:
to giving up your hands,
and put their back of your head
inside the gloominess
Then,
you can't even to damn the darkness
you are a good man
and the world goes on
in horselaugh!
be a cactus
and say: No
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