I wrote
This poem
In a rush
Like
Making love
In a hurry
It is bored
Boring
And disobedient
Poem
And
A very young one
See
I neither wrote it
to celebrate
nor to cry out
It is
A poem
That has no
Breath
No dots
And
No commas
I want just
To escape
From this
Persistent
Headache
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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