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Class disarray

A teacher stands in despair Another student leaves noisily A chaos of restless bodies Another question marks The crowd lacking the listening skill The same answer is given the hundredth time A teacher stands in despair Observing unruly class Observing … Continue reading

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A day in the life of Sample Undone!

Random Debt from the famous Guide Showed up at his door One day Followed by the collectors of Westworld on her heels One day Filled with shows one after the other Empty time strung randomly into One day Pizza boxes, … Continue reading

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Scary love

He was a young man A lonely soul An accident took all those He loved The parents, the family And left him With a big heart empty. He was a young man A thousand miles away In hiding, working hard … Continue reading

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Water on the roof

Reflections sparkle in the morning sun On the roof Frozen and flowing crisis larking about On the roof Staring eyes bouncing pupil fixated On the roof Frozen and flowing crisis lurking about On the roof Accumulating thoughts running around On … Continue reading

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Strangling breath

In the heat Two smells emerge Over powering the senses In the heat The sun boils the skin And leaves target marks for wasps In the heat The sweat fills the locker rooms The perfumes kill the ozone zone And … Continue reading

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Hush baby hush

Summer time and cotton high and the Song goes for the baby in cradle Hush baby hush No! No sneezing now No coughing either Hush baby hush Your dada’s sleeping an’ Your mama’s missing Shopping Meeting a lover Meeting a … Continue reading

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Omelet breakfast

Trickles of heatwave sweat Drops flow in engraved tunnels on the Face side limping Fever they say Got hold of my soul Made me a wild beast Hundreds of voices in my head Images flicker behind my retina Colouring my … Continue reading

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