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Night Poems

You bit off more than you could chew

and regurgitated a world yet to be formed

rains of frogs and flowers


Febrile neon fingers touch

making the bed vibrate

gods on the run


Hovering around the question

with the masks of different animals

unable to penetrate


Fending off the disease

with a white hand at the heart

the core cannot rot


Someday you will come back

dancing down a mountain

drenched in forest air


What you desire

is the longing itself

what you fear is true


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