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I am a gadfly
a happy insect weather I am alive or dead
From their green fragrance
watermelons are bleeding...
Birds are as free as
they are trapped in between the...
The bright blade of truth
I draw from the sword sheath of...
His swords never seek
death or vengeance, they only...
Love me incomplete,
the way I am, otherwise...
as old as...
because we are looking for perfection...
You are not so masterful
You would never be lost again, if you find yourself.
Human conscience hibernates
that is why people die in cold.
Human conscience melts
that is why people die in heat, thirst, and poverty
God is the basic good,
The rest, one, has to learn alone.
One has to grow another “o” on one’s own.