Glasses shattered: it's winter with icy glares
a thin wisp of hay, fourth wall with dim lights
bitter wind: biting hard to get out,
caving and shut down, stable on the frozen waxes
they nod at each other,
acknowledged with quick response, the strings of
boyish life stirred.
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Books are full of riddles,
open as transparent background,
chapped lips with sealed pages: when they're closed
together, the minor chord of every ends
send a patting of silent traces.
Oh but you must rejoice in today's flea!
It's here when you keep your fingers crossed,
gone with eyes closed.
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The harmony: awaits for the light,
The night: when the light fades,
The sword: crucified and bleed, piercing when bloody sweat drops
yet loosed the nails,
let them bask in its calmest sail,
tomorrow will be tapped in another lapsed.
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