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Wednesday, August 13, 2008


am tired of
The hollow faces
All around me
Painted with egg-yolk

Feigning a golden presence
The tawdry is self-defying
In pits and bulges
To display the state of being

I have tried a lot
Since many months
To stop the walls
Gestating those faces

From crashing in
Direct into my soul
Ripping the true me apart
Turning me them, gold....

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