breathe.
I learn.
I write.
I spit file boons.
I raise eckles.
My child despite life despises me loom find light.
He was sedition of the night.
My children are.
He was.
He was loon.
A whole Ennis era.
A thing of spatial abuse is opposite of me.If we reckon,don’t use a space I lie to it.A thing called lying to us is faith.We do more than said,we lie to us.We were the lies that were the nicest blooms of all.A lie to her is a lie.We should do.How should we be doers.We should paint our lives as such.A becoming.I love too close to me.A hard to heart hit girl to me.A night to the lit moons still.A rise of it aches our breath.Do away my love and our wrong things paints us new dine don’t I?A love is a different kind of me.I think I am falling our snarl.She snarls.I write.We should.A love of my art is God./ I love do opposite.
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In defense of poetry
I lone poetry.I seek art.I love life.Life lives me and writes.We write together.A poet’s phase is when she appears and fa/
Sunidhi