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  The Arid Smoke

  

  By buddhist.chick, City, Brazil

  Striking the match that made my heart glow You unearthed the key to my stoic code Fires are infectious but not condemning The source's menopause Can push the blaze to other lands The radiant afterglow Brought sad doves That sat and knitted Muttering the obvious Their departure ...
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  The Eternal Burden

  

  By buddhist.chick, City, Brazil

  Crawling through the stones The king arrives at sea Dozens of doves Flew that faithful day When he became the one Whom even luck obeyed Now, a couple of pelicans Flutter above Innately, the place fish Above loyalty's manners Or extinct patriotic love The king sighs He whom...
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  The Common Source

  

  By buddhist.chick, City, Brazil

  My genes do not imply The depth or weight Of my philosophy, Religion or mind My genes should not imply The threatened aperture of my eyes Such measures can only be achieved With varying degrees Of fear, threats and forced exile My genes only imply That any charter of existence-rights ...
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  An Inescapable Shell

  

  By buddhist.chick, City, Brazil

  The waves had settled and groaned Under the crumbly blanket Of rubble and homes, The darkness of the night Had escaped its usual scope It had sedated the furious, hopeless And trembling apprehension Of an accidental destiny Of generations passed Enfants, où êtes-vous? I hope my b...
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  A young, fertile heart

  

  By buddhist.chick, City, Brazil

  Walking through the embers Of a civilization churning I have come to the redundant process Of flicking the heart strings That once preserved comfort People have come and gone I've eaten pounds upon pounds of fruit Swallowing the fertile hope Smiles incised parentheses on my face ...
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  Star-Genesis

  

  By buddhist.chick, birmingham, AL

  As we teeter on our toes And we try to capture the essence We realized how we are just A faint scent, a reminiscence We carry ourselves with such pride And pompous dignity While treading on others' backs We forget our non-universality At the end, we come to terms With the horror of bein...
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  Sunflower

  

  By buddhist.chick, city, MI
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  An Excuse

  

  By buddhist.chick, city, MI
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  The Weathering of Words

  

  By buddhist.chick, city, MI
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  Captured

  

  By buddhist.chick, city, MI