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Grean tea flavored with lemon
Coffee?
Not for me.
Living during the day,
with urgent delay.
-SIP–
Only
To get the crazy away…
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Tea break
Grean tea flavored with lemon
Coffee?
Not for me.
Living during the day,
with urgent delay.
-SIP–
Only
To get the crazy away…
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Welcome to the Gutenberg Editor
Welcome to the Gutenberg Editor
Of Mountains & Printing Presses
The goal of this new editor is to make adding rich content to WordPress simple and enjoyable. This whole post is composed of pieces of content—somewhat similar to LEGO bricks—that you can move around and interact with. Move your cursor around and you’ll notice the different blocks light up with outlines and arrows. Press the arrows to reposition…
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I love pocket watches,
to turn back time
when I wasn’t thirty-seven,
but about eleven.
I could still understand you,
words weren’t a puzzle.
I didn’t drown despair with heavy guzzle.
A dreadful day…
one at a time;
Dark grains.
Through the hourglass.
In this impasse,
feeling like the dung strung on the jackass’s ass.
Can’t compete with…
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This day
about a terabyte
unsorted in my head
in a solid state
reading and writing
isn’t as tiring
at the same time
my writing arm is down
crashing
disc
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Bleeding on paper
How does it feel
to die on paper?
is the ink bleeding?
Holocaust survivor Henri Kichka died of Corona
94 years old,
escaped Auschwitz.
The Nazi’s started it,
halve a century ago.
The virus finished the job
Chocking on gas
suffocating from the damp moisture in one’s lungs
In a different prison all together
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New Year resolution No vacancy for my love, you are dead all the time. I knew you, thought I knew you, trough you, the true you. Still room for liberating contempt.
Space Feeling
Ground control…
guide my hand,
trough the astrofield.
Stars dazzle,
hitting my nerves.
Throbbing,
Crashing on Venus.
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Dog of mine
Filien,
feasting at scraps,
calling her presence to attention
her wet nose
a begging pose
dog of mine
like wine,
you grow better,
with time.
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Count down
3,2,1 countdown
road to zero
I belong there
between old and new.
I laugh,
painfully loud
counting down,
to sleep till next year
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Not present
Dear teacher,
you won’t notice me in class today.
Tomorrow, or next week.
Once you called me lazy,
or dumb.
You laughed when I almost drowned.
You will have fun this day,
read the end, and mark this day,
I am in heaven,
may you rest in hell.
P.S. I didn’t get to tell anybody else,
do you mind doing it for me?
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Lilith
Outside the keep’s wall several key positions did taste the invader’s boots.
Omod took control over the most distant quarry, every farm and so denied Midian’s army gold and food. Bridges all were taken by surprise without bloodshed.
It was a l secret Midian didn’t want his small army scattered without a thorough chain of command.
It always counted on the city-states to break a siege. Lilith,…
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Three generals Midian called forth his generals. One short an eye, one-armed and one going on a limb.
King Midian
To thy disgrace, charging when you cull my flock,
we will retaliate,
Thy folly, taunting me at court,
to dine discord my bowmen make it rain,
arrows of heavenly justice bring thy army to shame.
Our shrine will shine, a aura divine, of fierce and bloody red.
Armor of Bireth, as the scythe of death I shed bloodthirsty vengeance.
Impervious to psychical harm I’ll plow my way trough you,
making…
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Omod taunts the king
Omod taunts the king
In a cape tucked away,
under his tarnished shield,
thy son is carried.
How he fell honor-less in battle,
so he yielded, begging for mercy.
Foolish father, cowardly ruler of a waning kingdom.
Hiding behind his prodigy,
thy soldiers shudder in infancy.
Peasants flee, causing hunger,
the priests become heretics,
the sky we deny
Nobility is a hollow title,
for no castle is safe,
thou scolded us,
dis…
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