Westley Lobo Poems

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1.
Nightmare

Bunches of flowers made into a wreath,
Dozens of wreaths adorn your grave,
Blood, flesh and bones can no more breathe,
Your warm breath is what I crave.
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2.
Temptation

Creation is a wonderful art,
I wonder how did it start?
I was born to my parents,
And they to my grandparents.
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