Flat Existence Of A Floating Identity
Floated and distorted laughs
Aching backs
Throwing authentic cries into the of light
You are the captain of nowhere and in the middle of nowhere
Hearing shouts of innocence (but dirty)
Knowledge the the oppressed body
Mind the whirl of futureless stars
(Don't read the poem with heart and soul)
poem by Nyein Way
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