Misc. Poems
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the moment we are conceived we are subject to the...
lightening could strike the mother... -
Time is life
spent in the amnesia... -
tears tore me
dripping dropping... -
I’m not sure why I keep trying
there is never an end... -
the wind carries so many seeds a man so much sperm
the seeds make no decision where to make anew tree... -
A plain canvas—or paint?
A white peacock, or a rainbow one... -
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Is it a wonder what I am in nothingness?
I wonder... -
Sometimes destiny
won't need roads to find you when... -
Her days have been many
But somehow short... -
To be all,
reducing to null... -
my competition is like a mirror
I wish to not break... -
In the darkness, people are more sincere
Because they are their own vicious being...