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Bats

Bats on my windows
suck in my words
Bats at the entrance to my house
behind newspaper , in corners
trail my footsteps ,
observing every movement of my head

From the back of the chair, bats watch me
They trail me in the streets
watching my eyes pause

on books, on young girls' legs . . .
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an 23 February 2021

what kind of poem is this

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Wahab Abdul 29 October 2013

nice one, evil is like bats, very good metaphor you use.. like it...

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