Black Still Poem by Aram Stefanian

Black Still

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Black still of the winter night,
Numb chill of the cloudy daylight,
Phony smiles on our battered faces.
We look like one of those closet cases.
Neither friends, nor enemies;
Our hearts need new batteries.
Naked and helpless, mixed up and caged:
This is how we're meeting our death.

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Aram Stefanian

Aram Stefanian

Yerevan, Armenia
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