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A Scumbag's New Year

for Amir Khasru Swapan

Days are scenes slipping past a train's window.
And when every New Year comes, it crashes
against the promises not kept.

I cringe in fear,
as if the Furies hunting me down to death
with kukris clattering against each other

and standing by to pour revenge's molten metal
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Sunday, July 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: procrastination
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