24 december 2019
No Revenge
Penultimately,
I pick up my choice
of not accepting my defeat.
The grades were falling.
Yet my limbs move
on fine grains of salt.
I will write, blue names
with chalk
on the blackboard of―
a teacherless life.
The disasters had helped me
to redefine the attachments.
The jail-break was
imminent Moon was coming
out from the nemesias.
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