Unavoidably unbearable things sneak
into a poem
by themselves, things that cause havoc
starts to roam,
at times, but against them we are weak,
they start to foam
like the waves of the sea, they cause amok,
cover like a dome,
being fertile for the words that we speak
much as loam.
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