Tag: prose poem
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remorse (prose poem)
to know.. to love.. to lose.. all in a flick of second, broken down in milliseconds~ a dream. never ending echoes of a lost voice, a voice of no reason. coming back with every breath.. should be a way, a way ~ to live without remorse
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Attendance Sheet
stagger fingers over keys gurgles gut Two worlds, one within, and one outside. Leading life within is so different from the world outside, especially when the former is mired in scandals. Within, Nobody knows X. Outside, Nobody is a stranger. To the facts, fiction is known. Within. blue light reflections over glasses Checking the attendance…