25 july 2017
Deadpan
The night calling. I start
the search for survivors.
A loquacious day shuns
the clouds.
A black hole. I move in circles.
A star was going down in an
abyss. To think, was a taboo subject.
A naivete' towards perceiving.
You can keep your eyes open
and not discern any frame.
A hand will not find another
hand in neighbourhood.
There was less sexism without
the chair. The paradox was no -
body wanted to discuss the
markers of malignancy.
The house was up for the sale
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