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Faking the pain
The poems pretend
And fake the pain
Time comes like a bird
And my mind like a gun
Sets the perfect timing for the trigger
This big bang!
The sad soil demands a flow
Of blood
A watering of misfortunes
Havoc
So the flowers of progress
May bloom
Anew the scent of sense
The petals of pulchritude
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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